【The Young Women of the Central Bank】(Continued) (2.2) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word Count: 4512

Chapter Two: A Woman Dresses Up for Her Lover 2

This was about half a month ago, in the same hotel's coffee shop, which was starting to
bustle . People were coming and going frequently, and the coffee shop was almost full of customers, talking loudly and making a bit of noise.
The revolving glass doors opened, sending some people to the lobby outside. After the commotion subsided, the coffee shop quieted
down again. However, unlike the previous quiet, which was before it even started, everyone was already in their seats.

Zhao Ying sat gracefully near the window. She was slightly plump, with an elegant and noble air. Her hair was loosely tied up
, revealing her fair and slender neck. She wore a knee-length skirt that exposed her snow-white, plump thighs, and
the cuffs of her black turtleneck sweater started from below her neck, completely exposing her shoulders. On her feet were a pair of high-heeled sheepskin
openwork sandals.

The sofa next to her was empty, and the coffee shop returned to silence. The glass doors operated on their own, but no one was there.
The waitresses behind the bar, now idle, stood with their hands behind their backs. The cleaners were wiping every nook and cranny. Occasionally
, a waitress in a super-short skirt would slip across the mirror-like floor and vanish in a flash.

She looked very fashionable, drawing stares from passersby. One leg was crossed over the
other , a relaxed yet preoccupied air. Her eyes swept over the people and things in the café with a detached politeness,
a mixture of expectation and unease. She sensed from the bright eyes of a man who had just arrived that she was still as alluring
and sexy as ever.

Zhao Ying maintained her relaxed and composed demeanor, except for one thing that annoyed her: her stomach was
growling so loudly, especially in such a quiet environment, she almost suspected the man not far behind her could hear it.
A man looked at her from afar, a bold, defiant expression in his eyes. Zhao Ying pretended not to see him, remaining motionless
. The man, not receiving the expected response, sullenly looked away.

A man spun in through the glass. He wasn't bad-looking, but his greyish-white Chinese-style jacket ruined the whole thing.
It wasn't the right season for that kind of clothing, and he had the top button fastened tightly. He carried a faux-leather
briefcase, his air of superiority and eyes fixed straight ahead. Once inside the coffee shop, his neck seemed to be
constantly .

Upon seeing the man, Zhao Ying, though seated, gave the impression of eager anticipation. Her expression
relaxed , radiating vitality. She shed her previous coldness and leisure, a warm and lovely smile appearing on her face,
suggesting she was unable to contain her joy. The man's gaze finally found her. He
smiled gently, walked around to the sofa, and sat down next to Zhao Ying. Zhao Ying caught a whiff of the refreshing minty scent of his chewing gum
.

"Ms. Zhao, I apologize for keeping you waiting," he said, sitting down on the sofa opposite her. "I was just
held up by a guest who insisted I take a look at the feng shui of his office. He's already a multi-millionaire, and only now does he remember to ask me to check
his office 's feng shui."

"That's called 'the capable are always busy,' given Master Wang's reputation," Zhao Ying smiled elegantly. The man, whose age was hard to
discern a face as pale as paper, with a rare powdery complexion for a man, a clean
and tidy hairstyle, and a refined smile.

"Ms. Zhao, you came all the way from Hong Kong, did something happen?" the man asked tentatively. Zhao Ying
smiled easily, "Yes! I just wanted to talk to the master privately."

"Okay, okay," he nodded and bowed respectfully.

"I met the master the other day, but there were too many people and too much chatter, so we couldn't discuss it in detail. As for the fee, please
don't hesitate to ask," Zhao Ying said. "Not at all, it would be my honor to serve Ms. Zhao," he said.

Wang Yangming had met Zhao Ying two months prior. She had come from Hong Kong with a group of wealthy women to have
her fortune told. Even then, he keenly sensed that this woman stood out from the crowd.
When it was Zhao Ying's turn, he grasped her hand, touched it, and said, "You are first and foremost a noble person, and a very noble one at that. "

Zhao Ying smiled noncommittally. He continued, "Your life has been one of wealth and comfort. However, what
should have been a carefree and comfortable life has been burdened by love, leaving you troubled and exhausted."
A mocking smile appeared on Zhao Ying's lips. Wang Yangming sensed it keenly and whispered, "You have a child,
but you've been divorced once, and now there's a man who's infatuated with you, but he's not the one you love."

He pressed his thumb against her palm lines with a serious expression, as if studying them intently, then looked up, staring directly into her eyes, and said firmly: "
Ms. Zhao, forgive my bluntness, but you have a wicked affair. Because of this
immoral unethical relationship, you have been burdened with an indelible sin, unable to face those you know,
which led you to run away from home and wander to a foreign land."

Zhao Ying felt a strong emotion welling up inside her, unable to distinguish whether it was fear, apprehension, or gratitude. She
felt as if she were completely naked, that he could see right through her, inside and out. At this moment, Lu Zhen, who had come with her, arrived
. Yang Ming immediately fell silent, but took out a business card and handed it to Zhao Ying: "Thank you for your patronage, Ms. Zhao. Please contact me
if you need anything."

On the way back to Hong Kong, Lu Zhen asked her if Master Wang's predictions were accurate. Zhao Ying sneered, "Nonsense!"
"You can't say that. So many high-ranking officials, celebrities, and ladies treat him as an honored guest. If he's not capable,
are they all fools?" He then whispered the name of a currently popular actress in Zhao Ying's ear:
"She was blessed by Master Wang. Look, she's incredibly famous now."

Zhao Ying tidied her handbag and secretly put his business card into her wallet. In fact, Wang Yangming's
words were enough to convince her, but she didn't want to reveal her past secrets to Lu Zhen. Moreover, she
had also heard that Wang Yangming possessed boundless magical powers, even to the point of being able to bring the dead back to life and restore youthful appearances.

"Ever since I heard your words, Master, I've wanted to find time to have you enlighten me," Zhao Ying said. Before she could finish,
Yangming raised his index finger. "Ms. Zhao, you don't need to say anything more. Let me guess what you're thinking." He closed
his eyes , muttered something, and then said, "Ms. Zhao, forgive my bluntness, but you are now living a life
of luxury and could easily grow old, yet you are still haunted by the sins of many years ago."

"Master, am I truly sinful?" Zhao Ying asked. Yangming shook his head. "It
's can't escape it even if you want to." He stopped with his chilling pronouncement, his
captivating eyes scanning her face. He continued, "Ms. Zhao, oh, I should say Mrs. Lin, forgive me..."
"I'll be frank," I said. "You're destined for romance, and with the Red Phoenix Star in motion right now, it means you're not content with a mundane
life ." "Master, is there a way to break this curse?" Zhao Ying asked anxiously. Yangming shook his head: "This isn't a disaster, nor is it a bad thing. Letting things take their natural course is the best fate." "Master, I want you to use your magic to consecrate me!" Zhao Ying said bravely. Yangming paused for a moment , then shook his head, saying, "This isn't something that can be done casually. First, it must be someone with whom you have a connection; second, it must be someone with whom you have a deep understanding." Zhao Ying took out a gold card from her purse and presented it to him with both hands. "I understand Ms. Zhao's feelings right now. Time flies, and every woman laments the ruthlessness of age. Since you want to carry your best self, I can only do my best to help you fulfill this wish." He then carefully inquired about her diet, daily life, and health, even down to the days of her menstrual cycle. He arranged to meet Zhao Ying at his mountaintop villa where he practiced his magic in half a month. During this time, she was forbidden from having any sexual activity and needed to remain calm and peaceful. Zhao Ying readily agreed and promised to cooperate. She wanted to invite him to dinner, but he declined, only instructing her to keep the matter strictly confidential, not even to her closest confidants. Five years ago, Zhao Ying's affair with her son, Guo Ye, was exposed. Feeling ashamed and humiliated, she never wanted to see anyone again and divorced Guo Zhong, fleeing to Hong Kong. In just a few days, she became haggard and lifeless, like a walking corpse. Her former radiant, voluptuous, and charming self had changed drastically, almost as if from another world. Most of her siblings lived there ; it was her eldest sister, Zhao Lu, who had come to Hong Kong years earlier and married Gu Zhongming, a small watch shop owner. She felt sorry for her younger sister and, seeing her so distraught, took care of her in every way, arranging for Zhongming to take her out often. This dazzling world broadened Zhao Ying's horizons. Zhongming took her all over Hong Kong and Kowloon, letting her sample delicacies from around the world. She sat on the upper deck of an old-fashioned double-decker bus, overlooking the city and street scenes. Arriving in Hong Kong for the first time, experiencing the city's prosperity for the first time, her eyes constantly darted around. Everyone around her was a stranger; no one noticed where she came from, and no one cared where she was going. Fortunately, her older sister and her husband were generous with their money, letting her do as she pleased each time. From head to toe, from her handbag to her shoes, even her underwear and bra were all international designer brands. After she had her fill of playing, shopping, and eating, they would take her to beauty salons and massage parlors. Soon, Zhao Ying seemed like a completely different person. She even looked almost ten years younger than her actual age. She had dyed her hair, which cascaded down her shoulders in waves. While her figure was still full and voluptuous, her breasts were now full and high , her waist supple and slender, her arms and legs defined, and her skin retained its former radiance. Zhao Lu's family lived in a wealthy household, though the location seemed somewhat deserted. Fortunately, the residents were all rich and owned cars, so the area wasn't too far. "Little sister, don't worry, just stay here with your older sister. It's just your brother-in-law and me at home anyway, it'll be more lively with more people." Zhao Lu had no children, and usually, when Zhong Ming went out, she was left all alone. Now that Zhao Ying had arrived, she completely abandoned the household to her, spending her days indulging in mahjong until the early hours of the morning. Don't underestimate Zhong Ming just because he's a small watch shop owner; he's quite capable and worldly-wise. He's acquainted with mostly high-ranking officials, wealthy people, celebrities, and socialites. He always takes Zhao Ying with him when he goes out for social events, attending one party after another. Zhao Ying also enjoys being in a lively atmosphere, and given her charming nature and her experience of entertaining guests , she thrives in her new role. "That's good, little sister. You should go out more, see more of the world. If you happen to meet a rich guy or a diamond bachelor, you can marry him," Zhao Lu agreed. That day, Zhong Ming came home early and saw Zhao Ying lying on the sofa watching TV. He said to her, "Don't always stay at home, it'll drive you crazy." Zhao Ying didn't answer him, but asked, "Why are you home so early today?" She shuffled to the kitchen in her slippers. There was soup simmering inside, and she stirred the bottom of the pot with a ceramic spoon. Since Zhao Ying moved in, she had kept the house tidy and organized, and the meals were no longer as hastily prepared as before. "I don't want your sister to say she treats you like a maid. I should go out and have some fun." Zhao Ying dressed casually at home , but the pajamas she was wearing belonged to her sister. She was much taller than Zhao Lu, and the already short skirt looked even shorter, almost revealing her underwear. "You and your friends are always drinking and singing karaoke, it's a smoky mess." Zhao Ying turned around, and Zhong Ming's gaze moved away from her pale thighs. He said, "You don't understand, life in Hong Kong is different from the mainland." Seeing Zhao Ying sprinkling some salt into the boiling pot, he added, "It smells delicious." "Let me get you a bowl first," Zhao Ying said, but he stopped her, "Let's eat together, don't wait for your sister, who knows how long it will take." Zhao Ying obeyed him and was about to take the steaming pot of soup when he quickly said, "I'll do it." Zhao Ying followed him with a bowl and chopsticks, noticing a bright red invitation on the table. Zhao Ying flipped through it, and after serving the rice, he said, "This is for tonight's jewelry launch, I'll take you with me." Zhao Ying was also feeling bored and thought it would be good to get some fresh air, so she agreed. After their meal, Zhao Ying went to her room. Suddenly, she screamed. The moment she turned on the light, she saw a set of clothes lying on the bed, completely spread out, like an invisible beauty softly reclining on her white sheets. The color of the clothes was a pale, misty purple-gray, like a cloud on a rainy day. The texture and craftsmanship , and the style was quite simple—it could be said to be impeccable. She couldn't wait to undress herself. Her intuition told her that Zhong Ming was spying on her outside the door. He must have been just as eager as she was to see how this expensive dress would look on her, and he also knew he would have a free show to enjoy. But for some reason, Zhao Ying didn't mind his peeping. She was happy because, in many ways, she liked being watched. She liked men's gazes as a tangible substance, like sticky honey or an aphrodisiac. Even her brother-in-law, Zhong Ming, gave her a feeling of excitement and arousal, arousing her intense desire, like reaching an orgasm. She was only wearing a small pair of panties; her skin was soft, smooth, and elastic; her breasts were full and firm, like inflated balloons. From her shoulders to her nipples, from her face to her buttocks... Zhao Xian's eyes leered as he scanned her, inwardly marveling: "Look, look, a forty-five-year-old woman, and she still..."

Such a figure and skin—it's simply a miracle… This smoky gray evening gown is collarless, sleeveless, and shoulderless,
its tight bodice adorned with rhinestones and pearls, its slender waist framing a voluminous tulle skirt that trails long behind. Zhao Ying noticed
some unfolded boxes and hurriedly opened them. Inside were a pair of matching gray satin
high heels and a small handbag.

She carefully lifted the hem of her dress and stepped out. “How is it?” Zhao Ying asked,
her voice Ming clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Flawless!” He then changed into a black suit, and Zhao Ying helped him
fasten a bow tie to his pristine white shirt.

When they drove out, the streetlights were just coming on, the neon lights shimmering like scattered gold. The wheels pounded
on the hard, wide road, merging with the flow of traffic.

[To be continued]

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