Impossible! Looking back at modern history, even Hitler, the fascist, wouldn't easily bomb an embassy or consulate of a sovereign nation in another country! Where is international law? Where is the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations? Logically, the US should have a longer history of understanding these international laws than China! Is it even possible? There's an ancient saying, "In times of war, envoys are not to be harmed," and besides, China wasn't at war with the US! How could they possibly bomb China's embassy?
Daqi thought of the television and immediately turned it on. My goodness! Students from Peking University had already started a demonstration in Beijing!
Shameless! Shameless! Go downstairs! Vulgar! Bastard! I, Tong Daqi, have cursed your ancestors—Uncle Sam's ancestors for eighteen generations! What "accidental bombing"? Missiles may not have eyes, but do the military personnel operating them not have eyes either? You Americans pissed on the heads of the Yugoslav people, and now you dare to shit on the heads of the Chinese people?
All morning, Daqi was in a terrible mood. Although his patriotic dreams had long been shattered, how could he not feel heartbroken watching helplessly as the Americans bombed his country's embassy and so blatantly trampled on China's sovereignty? —"The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen!"
He called his best friend, Da Zhong, who was still studying at the National Defense University. Da Zhong said that as a Chinese soldier, he didn't want to waste time with idle chatter, much less participate in any demonstrations or protests; he only wanted to go to the battlefield and put up a fight against the Americans! Tong Daqi also said that if the US and China really went to war, he was willing to volunteer for the front lines, even if it meant becoming cannon fodder immediately…
The fairy spent the entire morning comforting Daqi, telling him not to be sad. Because her man had actually shed tears… She knew Tong Daqi too well. Although he had abandoned literature for business, deep down he would always be driven by the spirit of “governing the country and bringing peace to the world”! In his heart, the interests of the nation and its people always came first!
Mu Ping woke up too. When she saw Da Qi crying, she thought something terrible had happened. Later, she asked Qi Wen and found out that Da Qi was just worrying unnecessarily and was bored by himself. She hugged her man, smiled helplessly at him, and said nothing.
Today, neither wife went to the clothing store. As the fairy put it, "Protesting the barbaric bombing of the Chinese embassy in Yugoslavia by the US! Our 'Tian Sanpin Clothing Design Studio' is going on strike for three days!" Actually, the two wives accompanied Daqi to May Day Square. The man said he wanted to go there and see. When they arrived, tens of thousands of people were already spontaneously holding a rally and demonstration.
Daqi and his two companions did not join the gathering. They simply watched the crowd.
Qiwen: "Americans are such scoundrels, they dare to do it but not to admit it!"
Mu Ping: "Sister Wen, when did you become interested in politics?"
Qiwen: "I, Zhou Qiwen, am just a woman, I don't care about politics! I only know that America's way of doing things is like a handsome man who always does the things that a 'scoundrel' or 'scoundrel' would do. Take the 'Galaxy' incident a few years ago, or Beijing's bid for the 2000 Olympics, weren't they all aimed at China? The reason Taiwan is so arrogant is because the Americans are backing it up!"
Mu Ping: "Who told him to be the village chief of the global village and the world policeman? We ordinary people can only vent our anger by shouting slogans at these gatherings; it won't do any good!"
Daqi: "My little wife, you're right! We're just ordinary people, what role can we play? So my thoughts are the same as Dazhong's. I will never participate in demonstrations or shout slogans. If the US and China really go to war, I will definitely be a volunteer on the front lines!"
Qiwen: "Honey, I support you! You don't need to go to the front lines; our country definitely won't let you. But we can donate money and supplies to support the country in fighting the Americans!" Daqi nodded to Qiwen without saying anything.
Mu Ping: "If necessary, let's all three of us donate blood! If war breaks out, the blood supply at the front will definitely be insufficient!"
Daqi finally laughed happily, "My little wife, I love hearing that! Yes, our great nation of China has over a billion people! If every single one of them shed their blood, it would be enough to form a Yangtze River that could drown the Americans!"
Qiwen: "That's right! The Korean War and the Vietnam War have fully proven that the Americans are destined to lose if they really want to fight the Chinese! — This is an ironclad law!" Qiwen then turned to Daqi and said: "Honey, history cannot be rewritten. But let me speculate today, what would things be like today if Chairman Mao were alive?"
Daqi chuckled, took a deep breath, and said, "Those Americans wouldn't even dare to fart in front of the Chinese! They dare to bomb our embassy? Dream on!"
The two women burst into laughter. Qiwen said, "American imperialism is a despicable paper tiger!"
Daqi: "Chairman Mao's words will always be the truth!"
After exchanging a few angry words, the three walked to the white marble statue of Chairman Mao in May Day Square and bowed deeply three times to the great leader—the revolutionary teacher of the Chinese people!
Next, Daqi busied himself with his company's affairs. By May 20th, the company's office space had been renovated and was ready for normal use. There were five offices: a general manager's office, exclusively for Daqi's use; a design studio for the company's designers to create drawings; a finance office; a storage room; and a large room with Daqi's design works displayed on all four walls, which could be used as a showroom or a meeting room.
Since the company was newly established, Daqi decided to have Suqin as the accountant, and if necessary, hire an experienced accountant to mentor her. They also needed two designers, two construction workers, an assistant general manager, an office clerk, and a receptionist. As for public relations, that was mainly up to Pan Qiong; as the boss, he was the biggest salesperson—"business-oriented," after all, without business, everything was in vain!
The man decided to open the company first and then gradually hire staff, since business hadn't started yet. He planned to hire a construction worker, a designer, and a general manager's assistant/clerk. He would have Suqin start working as the accountant.
Pan Qiong didn't concern herself with anything, at most inquiring about the company's progress. She trusted Daqi completely. Of course, she was an outsider, so she had to trust him even if she wasn't. She said she was currently "lobbying" a big boss because this boss wanted to renovate his company's facade and overall office environment. Let Pan Qiong handle that; I won't get involved for now. Public relations? I, Tong Daqi, can't bring myself to do that.
Daqi really likes his office. It's quite big and spacious. It's fully equipped with a computer, telephone, fax machine, TV, desk, sofa, coffee table, and so on. When he opens the window, he can see the white marble statue of Chairman Mao in May Day Square; in fact, he can see almost the entire square from there. This is because his company is on the 25th floor of the "White Horse Annex Building."
That day, he first contacted the Rongzhou Talent Market. He was going to personally recruit a designer, a construction worker, and a general manager's assistant/clerk over the weekend. After paying the booth fee and submitting the recruitment materials at the talent center, the man had nothing to do and went home early.
The two wives were at the fashion store; only the mother and the god-cousin Yi-jing were home. Yi-jing had been visiting for several days, and the mother hadn't had a proper look at her pretty little cousin yet. Today, she was unusually home early, so she could finally get a good look at her.
As soon as Daqi entered the house, the girl was watching TV with her mother on the sofa in the living room.
She saw Daqi and said, "Brother, you're home so early today!"
Daqi: "I'm done with my work, and since there's nothing else to do, I'll go home."
Mother: "Son, don't overwork yourself, you need to rest. Don't push yourself too hard! You young people chat, I'm going to the market to buy groceries!"
Yi-jing: "Mom, I'll go grocery shopping with you!"
Mother: "No need, you talk to your brother!" After saying that, Mother went out to buy groceries.
Daqi laughed and said, "What's wrong? Is Jing-mei so afraid of me?"
Yi Jing smiled and said, "No way! I'm not afraid of you!" As soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Da Qi.
This little girl is so adorable when she's shy! She's wearing a floral pajama set and cartoon slippers, bought for her by a fairy. Her ten beautiful, cute toes on the cartoon shoes are quite charming! At home, she can't be too particular about her clothes. The little girl is fair-skinned and pretty. Her eyebrows are lightly curved, her eyes are big and round, her face is long and white, her nose is delicate and small, and her lips are thin and pretty—she's a real little beauty!
This is the wife Mom chose for him! Although she could never become his wife, men can't help but compare her to "Fairy" Qiwen.
If Qiwen is a noble red peony, then Yijing is an approachable white jasmine; if Qiwen is a grand Manchu banquet, then Yijing is a refreshing plate of wild mountain delicacies; if Qiwen is a celestial fairy descended from heaven, then Yijing is just an ordinary country girl—but a pretty, slender, and lovable one at that!
My mom has great taste; she knew her son would like a pretty girl like Yijing. She calls her a pretty girl because she's only just turned 18. As for her height, she's not short at all; she's tall and slender, about the same height as Qiwen. It's just that her breasts are a bit small, but after all, she's only 18. They can't be like Qianru, Chunxiao, or Lanyun—high and firm, enough to make any man's blood boil.
I actually quite like this beautiful god-sister—she's pretty, has a great figure, can do housework, and is filial to her mother. How could I not like her? Any man would like her!
Now that the man is alone with her in a room, his childlike side has been revived. Daqi laughed and said, "You said you weren't afraid of me, that you blushed as soon as you saw me. Look at you now, your face is as red as a little apple on the tea table."
Yi Jing lowered her head and said, "No...no!" Her face was still flushed.
The man was in a good mood today and decided to tease this beautiful village girl, since neither of his wives were home. What a rare treat! He might as well have some fun with her!
Daqi: "Then look up at me. You're too scared, aren't you?"
Yi Jing stiffly raised her head, her eyes as beautiful as autumn waves. She said shyly, "Who said I'm afraid to look?" Her face turned even redder as she said this.
Daqi chuckled, reached out and touched her cheek, saying, "Go look in the mirror yourself, it's very, very red!"
Yi Jing said, "Fine, I'll take a picture then." She got up and ran to the large mirror in the bathroom to look at herself. Her face was indeed very red. She was wondering why she was so red when she suddenly saw Da Qi standing behind her. "Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise.
Chapter 81 Virgin's Devotion
Ignoring her cries, Daqi touched her face and laughed, "Now you have to admit it, right?" As the man stroked her face, Yijing quieted down, but her face turned even redder. She simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at herself and Daqi in the mirror, letting the man stroke her delicate face.
"Her face is so smooth," the man thought. Daqi said, "Alright, alright. Let's go watch TV, let's go!" But she kept her eyes closed and didn't say anything. The man sighed and said, "So you hate me that much!" At this moment, Yijing opened her eyes, looked at the man, shook her head, and said, "Who said I hate my brother?"
"Come on, let's watch TV!" The man grabbed Yi Jing's hand and led her to the sofa in the living room. He deliberately sat close to the little girl. Yi Jing sat obediently without saying a word.
The man turned on the TV and asked her, "Which channel do you want to watch?"
Yijing suddenly said, "Brother, I want to go online. We have a computer at home, but I don't know how to use it. Can you teach me? I've never used the internet before."
"Of course! Come on!" The man grabbed Yi Jing's delicate hand and led her to his concubine Mu Ping's room. After turning on the computer, he had Yi Jing sit in the computer chair, and then moved a chair from the living room to sit behind her.
"You really haven't been to one?" Daqi asked, and Yijing nodded.
"Come on, I'll teach you!" he said, grabbing Yi Jing's right hand with his large hand and making her hold the mouse. Thus, the man's right hand held the back of Yi Jing's delicate hand, while Yi Jing held the mouse.
Daqi began to teach Yijing step by step, opening the Sohu website. Yijing let the man teach her, passively moving the mouse in her right hand. As the man moved Yijing's hand, he explained to her how to browse the web simply.
"I'll teach you how to read the news, okay?" the man said, bringing his ear close to Yi Jing's ear. He found himself enjoying being close to this young girl; she had a faint, natural fragrance about her, not from perfume. Yi Jing stared wide-eyed at the screen with curiosity, while the man occasionally stole glances at her pretty face, his hand gently squeezing and loosening its grip on the beautiful village girl's delicate hand. The man's lips were almost touching the girl's soft cheek. He realized he had truly fallen for her. Now, being so close to her, the man couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. But he still patiently taught Yi Jing how to browse the web and read things.
"Brother, this is so much fun!" Yi Jing was clearly very happy.
"From now on, you can play on this computer as much as you want when you have nothing to do, since your two older sisters aren't home anyway. Just let them use it when they're using it. Don't worry, it'll be fine!"
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Yijing suddenly said, "Brother, both of your girlfriends are so pretty!"
“Yi Jing, you’re pretty good too!” Da Qi said, but he wanted to hear what Yi Jing thought of Fairy and Mu Ping.
She turned to look at Daqi and said, "I know they both like you, and you like them too. How can I compare to them? Brother, can I ask you a question?"
Daqi: "Say it!"
Yi-jing: "Does brother think Yi-jing is pretty?"
Daqi nodded, looking at her, and said, "You're such a pretty girl, not bad! It's a pity I already have a wife, otherwise I would listen to my mom and make you my wife right away. Hehe!" Daqi naturally said what he was thinking. He always liked pretty girls, especially beautiful girls like Yijing.
A real man can definitely tell within 30 seconds whether he likes a woman he meets for the first time. Especially since Yijing and Daqi have already spent several days together.
Yi Jing replied to Da Qi, "People in the village used to praise me for being pretty..." She looked at Da Qi, stood up from the computer chair, slowly walked to the bedside in the bedroom, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Daqi looked at her and felt that she seemed to have something on her mind, so he asked her, "Jing, are you unhappy? Do you feel that I bullied you?" Daqi was a little worried that Yijing might think that he had been too frivolous towards her.
Yi Jing shook her head. "Then what's wrong with her?" the man asked curiously.
Daqi: "Are you not used to living here, or is someone bullying you?"
Yi Jing: "It's very cozy here. My mom has always been very good to me, and Sister Wen and Sister Ping are also very good to me. No one bullies me."
Daqi laughed and asked, "So, is your brother good to you?" The man didn't know why he asked her that, but he genuinely cared about her feelings for him. *Hey, Tong Daqi, you're quite the ladies' man*, the man thought to himself.
Yi Jing nodded and said, "Of course my brother is good to me too..."
"Then why are you suddenly unhappy?" Daqi asked her.
Yijing lowered her head and said, "When Mom was back in our hometown, she told me... I should marry you. But you already have girlfriends, and more than one..."
Daqi: "Jing, that's just my mom being silly. Don't mind her, and don't worry about me. I'll treat you like a little sister, it's okay!"
Yi Jing actually raised her head and said, "I don't want to be your sister!"
"Huh?" Daqi exclaimed in surprise, "Then you..."
Suddenly, Yi Jing seemed about to cry, her eyes brimming with tears. Da Qi panicked and quickly hugged her. He was a mature man; he could tell from Yi Jing's eyes and words that she liked him and didn't want to be his sister. But he already had Fairy and Mu Ping; he couldn't possibly take another wife to make a third, like his great-grandfather and grandfather, could he?
"Jing, don't be sad. In two years, when you're 20, I'll help you find a handsome guy to be your boyfriend. Okay? Don't be sad!" Daqi tried to comfort her.
“I don’t want a handsome guy. In my heart, there’s only you, brother!” Yi Jing continued, “I’ve known Mom for many years. In the years you’ve been away, I often went to your study to read. I’ve read many of your articles, and I liked you then! After the ’88 Flood,’ my aunt treated me like her own mother, making me feel at home. From then on, I wanted to be your wife even more!” She finished speaking and tears streamed down her face.
"Jing, don't cry, don't cry!" Daqi wiped away her tears with his hand and said, "Let me tell you, your brother Daqi is a little pervert, a big bad guy, a womanizer. I already have two girlfriends, it's not worth your tears!"
Yi-jing: "I only have one question for you, brother: do you like me?"
Daqi leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Brother likes you, really likes you! But I already have two..."
Yi Jing interrupted Da Qi, saying, "That makes things easier. If you only had one girlfriend, I wouldn't say anything. But you already have two, so why can't you have one more?"
Good heavens, how can this little girl be so adorable? He wants to follow in Qiwen and Muping's footsteps and become his third wife! Daqi is overjoyed; Yijing's beauty is his blessing! But what if Wen gets angry? No, no! He can't afford to offend this "Empress." Because Yijing is a woman he sees every day at home, unlike the women outside who are having affairs with him. He doesn't see the women outside, so he's not afraid. But Yijing…
Daqi could only laugh and say, "Jing, to be honest, I really like you. But your sister Wen is such a jealous person, I'm afraid of her! If you get together with me, she might ignore me."
Yi Jing: "Brother, do you really care about Sister Wen that much?" Da Qi nodded repeatedly.
Yijing: "Then why did she allow Sister Ping to date you?"
Daqi: "They were best friends, and they spent a lot of time together." Then, Daqi told Yijing about his relationship with Wen and Ping during his student days.