"Youngest, is this the eighth plate? Do you think you've bought enough? Do you think they might run out of dishes and just bring out the rice cooker instead?"
Wei Ge held the TV remote in his hand, constantly changing channels, and said some concerned words to Zhuang Rui, but his words sounded like he was gloating.
“Shut your mouth, or I’ll call Uncle Yang and tell him that the ‘Han Dynasty Jade Figure of a Lady’ is a fake that you’ve stolen and replaced.”
Zhuang Rui glared at Wei Ge and replied irritably that Yang's father's "Han Dynasty Jade Figure of a Lady" was one of the few genuine pieces in his collection, which he had always cherished. However, Wei Ge was short of money a while ago and when he went to beg his father for money, he accidentally knocked the object to the ground.
Afterwards, fearing his father would find out, Wei Ge asked Zhuang Rui to spend a few hundred yuan to buy a piece of inferior jade, have someone carve it according to the original piece, and then put it back on the display shelf in Yang's father's collection room. More than a month passed, and it was still not discovered.
"Hehe, you can't escape reporting me for this either. Let's not talk about that anymore. Little brother, have you noticed that both of these women seem to have a bit of a crush on you? Which one do you like?"
Viagra threw down the remote control in his hand, moved closer to Zhuang Rui, and had a lewd expression on his face.
"Can't you stop being so vulgar, my friend? You know, we're all friends."
Zhuang Rui said righteously.
"Pshaw, what a joke. Running around all night buying dresses for people, and you call that a friend?"
Wei Ge looked at Zhuang Rui with disdain. Last time, after Bai Shi tore Miao Feifei's dress, it was only a little after eight o'clock. Zhuang Rui called Wei Ge to ask where he could buy women's clothing. Wei Ge had this leverage over Zhuang Rui from time to time.
"Smack..."
"The ninth one..."
Zhuang Rui stared speechlessly at the kitchen. He wondered how many dishes Miao Feifei would break before she'd finally come out. Today was the third day since Zhuang Rui resigned from the pawnshop, and it happened to be the weekend. Miao Feifei and Song Xingjun had come together, saying they wanted to treat him to a nice meal before he left Zhonghai. Little did they expect that the moment the two entered the kitchen, all of Zhuang Rui's cups and dishes would be ruined.
The matter of Wang Yiding's fraudulent pawnshop dealings was resolved a week ago. No police were called, and the matter was settled by Wang Yiding returning the embezzled funds. Wang Yiding resigned and left the pawnshop three days before Zhuang Rui. It is said that he left Zhonghai. As for whether he went abroad, Zhuang Rui did not inquire further. However, he knew that Wang Yiding had sold his car to return the embezzled funds, and Li Xia immediately turned to another man, leaving Wang Yiding with nothing.
Zhuang Rui's resignation didn't cause much of a stir. There had been differing opinions within the investment company regarding his appointment as manager of the pawnshop, and he only got the position thanks to Uncle De's strong support. Now that he had resigned, the position was vacant, making room for someone else besides Uncle De. Everyone was happy; the new manager took office on the same day Zhuang Rui resigned.
Uncle De originally intended to retire and resign from his job as a pawnshop consultant, but the pawnshop was short of both new and experienced staff and appraisers, so he could only reluctantly continue working for a while longer. When Zhuang Rui was leaving, he wanted to give Uncle De the set of Zhu Kexin's purple clay teaware, but Uncle De firmly declined. In the end, he bought it for 500,000 yuan, which increased Zhuang Rui's bank savings considerably.
As for the most disappointed people in this pawnshop change, besides Wang Yiding, it would probably be Lai Jingdong. This main contributor who exposed Wang Yiding's fraudulent pawnshop practices originally thought that after Zhuang Rui left, the manager position would be rightfully his. However, he did not expect that another manager would be parachuted in from the investment company, which made Lai Jingdong somewhat disheartened and he had the idea of resigning.
However, none of this mattered to Zhuang Rui anymore. He had settled all his affairs in Zhonghai. Apart from this house and a few friends, he had no further connection with Zhonghai. Moreover, he was scheduled to drive to Guangdong the day after tomorrow to attend the jadeite rough stone trade fair in Pingzhou. This left Zhuang Rui feeling somewhat disappointed but also excited. The grand event that Song Jun had described filled him with longing.
Originally, Zhuang Rui and Song Jun had agreed to return to Pengcheng first, and then fly to Guangzhou together. However, after thinking about it, Zhuang Rui decided to drive to Guangdong from Zhonghai. Firstly, he couldn't bear to leave Bai Shi in Pengcheng, and secondly, it was because of Yang Wei. When Wei heard that Zhuang Rui was going to Guangdong to gamble on jade, he was so excited that he pestered Zhuang Rui for several days, insisting on going with him. He even called his fourth brother in Guangdong, and the three brothers planned to reunite in Guangdong, which made his second and third brothers in Beijing and Shaanxi quite envious.
Since selling that piece of jadeite, Liu Chuan has been incredibly wealthy. He transferred the pet shop in Pengcheng to Li Bing, retaining only Zhou Rui's 30% stake, and then focused all his energy on the mastiff kennel. In the past few months, Liu Chuan and Zhou Rui have visited many mastiff kennels across the country and have a clearer vision for the future development of the Pengcheng mastiff kennel.
Zhou Rui wasn't too busy lately. Zhuang Rui, extremely distrustful of Wei Ge's driving skills, called Zhou Rui to ask him to accompany him on a trip to Guangdong. The train leaves tonight. They should arrive in Zhonghai early tomorrow morning, and after a day's rest, they can head to Guangdong. ...
"Alright, the food's served..."
Miao Feifei's voice sounded like heavenly music to Zhuang Rui and Wei Ge. They had been waiting since 5 p.m. to get this meal. The news broadcast on TV had been over for more than half an hour. Miao Feifei had even hidden all the food in the house. The two brothers were starving.
"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised crucian carp chunks, Dongpo crystal pork knuckle, stir-fried cured pork with bamboo shoots, chicken stew with mushrooms..."
Miao Feifei and Song Xingjun served the dishes from the kitchen like waiters. The names of the dishes made Zhuang Rui and Wei Ge's mouths water. They sat down at the table with chopsticks in hand, ready to fight. However, when the dishes were served, the two were completely dumbfounded.
"Don't eat yet, everyone. This is the first time in my life that I've cooked a whole table of dishes all by myself. Wait, let me take a picture first."
After serving the dishes, Miao Feifei didn't notice Zhuang Rui and Wei Ge's expressions. She was holding a digital camera, ready to take a permanent memento of the meal.
"Miss Miao, could you please introduce these dishes to us? I'm confused and can't tell them apart."
After Miao Feifei finished taking the photos, Zhuang Rui pointed to the dishes on the table with his chopsticks and said to Miao Feifei, "Putting aside how these dishes taste, just looking at their colors makes Zhuang Rui and Wei Ge hesitant to pick them up."
The bright red dish that looked like tomato sauce must be scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but Zhuang Rui couldn't tell the difference between the remaining dishes. They were all dark and unappetizing, though they smelled quite good, with a burnt aroma.
"This is her first time cooking, so it doesn't look very appetizing, but it tastes really good. I've tasted it myself, you can ask Xingjun if you don't believe me."
Upon hearing Zhuang Rui's words, Miao Feifei's excitement vanished. Her usually cheerful voice grew softer and softer, her expression becoming hesitant, and her eyes even reddened as she spoke, tears welling up in them.
"Yes, I can testify that these dishes taste really good, and they were all made by Sister Feifei alone. I just helped out. Look, Sister Feifei even cut her hand while cutting the vegetables."
Song Xingjun nodded repeatedly beside him. Her words made Zhuang Rui's gaze fall on Miao Feifei's left hand. Sure enough, there was a not-so-small wound on her middle finger.
"Then let's try it first. Gege, you've eaten so many of my meals, you've probably learned a bit of my skills. Wei Ge, fill up the bottles, let's have a drink together."
Zhuang Rui was a little touched. He knew that Miao Feifei's family had many boys and she was the only girl. She had been spoiled since she was a child. She had never even washed a dish, let alone cooked. It must have been really hard for her to prepare such a meal today.
The liquor was a 52-proof Wuliangye that Wei Ge brought from home. After filling everyone's glasses, everyone clinked glasses and drank it down honestly without anyone trying to cheat. Zhuang Rui picked up a piece of meat that looked like braised pork knuckle with his chopsticks, and after mustering up a lot of courage, he put it in his mouth, only to find that it had a fishy smell. It turned out that the dish was braised crucian carp.
To be honest, although these dishes didn't look very appealing, they tasted alright. The slightly charred fish skin concealed tender meat, which gave them a unique flavor. With his worries gone, Zhuang Rui started urging Zhuang Rui to drink.
Perhaps because their parting was imminent, Miao Feifei and Song Xingjun also started drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor), and the atmosphere at the table gradually became lively. Miao Feifei even took the initiative, constantly clinking glasses with Zhuang Rui and Yang Wei. According to the customs of northerners, the wine that is clinked glasses is to be drunk in one gulp.
After three or five rounds, Yang Wei was the first to give up. To be honest, Wei Ge's alcohol tolerance was really not that great. He drank less than two liang (100ml) of Wuliangye before his eyes were already blurry. He swayed and insisted on going home to argue with his father. Zhuang Rui knew that he hadn't driven, so he let him leave.
After finishing a bottle of Wuliangye, Song Xingjun felt a little dizzy and borrowed Zhuang Rui's guest room to rest. However, Miao Feifei still wouldn't let go and dragged Zhuang Rui along, insisting on drinking beer. Although Zhuang Rui had a good alcohol tolerance, he was most afraid of mixing drinks. After drinking two more bottles of beer, Zhuang Rui also felt the effects of the alcohol. He looked at Miao Feifei, who had been drunk and passed out on the table, and smiled bitterly.
"I'm afraid I'll have to sleep on the sofa tonight."
Swaying as he stood up, Zhuang Rui scooped Miao Feifei up in his arms, kicked open his bedroom door, and groped his way in. He was about to put Miao Feifei on the bed when, after a few steps, his leg tripped on the edge of the bed, and he fell onto the bed with Miao Feifei in his arms.
Zhuang Rui tried to stand up by supporting himself on his arms, but he felt no strength at all. In addition, a wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 161 Who took advantage of whom?
"Thirsty, water..."
Including this time, Zhuang Rui had only been drunk twice in his life, both times because he mixed baijiu with other alcoholic beverages. At this moment, Zhuang Rui felt a splitting headache, his mouth felt like it was on fire, and he was extremely thirsty. When he struggled to get out of bed, he felt as if something was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
The headache caused by the hangover temporarily impaired Zhuang Rui's judgment. His memory was still stuck on what happened before he drank beer yesterday, after he had drunk two bottles of beer. Zhuang Rui had completely forgotten about it.
Lying quietly in bed, seemingly not thinking about anything, her mind actually cleared up faster. "Zhou Rui, right, it seems Zhou Rui arrived in Zhonghai today. Damn it, what time is it now? Can I even get up to pick him up like this?"
This question slowly brought Zhuang Rui, who was still in a daze, back to his senses. Because he was focused on the problem, his brain gradually returned to normal function, but the dryness in his throat remained unrelieved; it felt like his throat was on fire.
Out of habit, Zhuang Rui stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, only to feel a little wetness. He turned his face away and began to suck on his lips. To his surprise, as soon as his tongue came out, it was immediately enveloped by a mouth. The other person seemed even thirstier than him. The moisture produced by the two fleshy tongues coming together made Zhuang Rui's mind clear a little, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The June sun was already very bright, shining directly on Zhuang Rui's face through the curtains that weren't fully drawn. Although the bright sunlight affected Zhuang Rui's vision somewhat, he couldn't possibly not see a face so close to his.
"Long eyelashes, a delicate and straight nose, lips... Oh right, the lips are even drooling over itself... Why does this person look so familiar?"
As Zhuang Rui was trying to figure out who the other person was, those big eyes suddenly opened, and the two people stared at each other. They could clearly see their own faces reflected in each other's pupils.
Am I seeing things?
Zhuang Rui doubted his eyes, wondering if he had experienced another strange phenomenon. He quickly stretched out his right hand to rub his eyes, only to find that his right arm was completely pressed down. "If I don't have my right hand, I still have my left hand. Fortunately, my left hand can move. It seems that all of this is an illusion."
Just as Zhuang Rui was about to raise his left hand, he felt something tightly gripping his palm. It was soft, elastic, and smooth. He seemed to have felt this sensation before, but in his semi-conscious state, he couldn't quite recall where.
For some reason, Zhuang Rui was reluctant to pull his left hand out, and instead squeezed it a few more times. The feeling was just too comfortable. However, when he squeezed his left hand, the eyes on the face opposite him widened instantly. The two intertwined tongues suddenly withdrew due to one of them, and after smacking his lips a few times, Zhuang Rui had no choice but to withdraw them.
"This dream felt so real. Hmm, I'll be waking up soon, so I'll just have to touch it a few more times."
Zhuang Rui had already remembered that the place his left hand was holding must be the source that nourishes humanity. Just as Zhuang Rui closed his eyes to continue enjoying it, a high note comparable to Pavarotti's "Nessun Dorma" suddenly rang in his ears, causing Zhuang Rui to temporarily lose his hearing while his brain instantly became clear.
"Damn it, I'm not dreaming!"
Even though Zhuang Rui had never had such intimate contact with a woman before, his IQ was definitely above average, and he already understood what had happened!
"This is my house! What happened?"
Zhuang Rui turned his head and looked around the room. Yes, the floor-length curtains embroidered with the Chinese knot pattern of "Wishing you prosperity" were the ones he had personally chosen. The Simmons mattress beneath him was also familiar. Was it the person next to him? Miao Feifei or Song Xingjun? Zhuang Rui remembered that he had been drinking with two girls yesterday.
Zhuang Rui tilted his head back with great effort and finally saw clearly. He secretly groaned in his heart that the girl opposite him was actually Miao Gege, whom he could not afford to offend. However, Gege did not seem to be very clear-headed at the moment. After letting out a dolphin-like sound, she remained in a dazed state.
Zhuang Rui had to admit that he was reluctant to get up, because the scene before him was so beautiful and so alluring.
Miao Feifei's delicate, flawless face had wide, unfocused eyes, but in her dazed state, they seemed unfocused, giving her a pitiful look. Her ponytail, which had been tied back, was now completely loose, draped over her white t-shirt in front of her chest. Zhuang Rui then realized that his left hand seemed to be inside Miao Feifei's white t-shirt, grasping a soft, yet supple, mound of flesh.
Just as Zhuang Rui was slowly pulling his left hand out with an awkward smile, he noticed that the pupils of the person opposite him were gradually shrinking, while the cherry-like mouth that had been locked in a fierce struggle with him was gradually growing larger. Zhuang Rui believed that if he didn't stop it, his ears would probably suffer some more torment.
As the saying goes, "If you're willing to risk your life, you can even pull the emperor off his horse." Zhuang Rui didn't know if it was because the aftereffects of the Wuliangye liquor he drank yesterday hadn't worn off yet, but the alcohol emboldened him, and in a moment of malice, evil thoughts arose. He steeled his heart, and his left hand, which was originally pulling outwards, accurately grabbed back, causing the loud cry that was about to rise in the other person's throat to instantly turn into a low groan.
Simultaneously with his left hand, Zhuang Rui's body also slightly flipped to the right, pressing down on Miao Feifei. Moreover, his large mouth accurately pressed against Miao Feifei's half-open lips, completely eliminating the possibility of Miao Feifei using high notes to torture his ears.
Miao Feifei was going crazy. She never expected that after waking up, she would be lying in bed with a man, and before waking up, she seemed to have been having some kind of intimate contact with that man.
What Miao Feifei found even more unacceptable was that, even though she was fully conscious, she was still taken advantage of by the other party. Not only was that hateful big hand roaming over her body, but even her lips, which were about to utter a sound of protest, were silenced by the other party. At this moment, it seemed that her identity as a people's police officer could not help her in the slightest. Miao Feifei could only weakly pound Zhuang Rui's back with her right hand.
"Is this what men smell like? It doesn't seem so unbearable..."
A minute passed, and Miao Feifei's mind, which had been clear, became somewhat confused again. A strong masculine scent kept assaulting her. Her right hand, which had been pounding Zhuang Rui's back, suddenly began to pinch the muscles on Zhuang Rui's back through his clothes. Her clenched teeth loosened, and Miao Feifei, somewhat confused by passion, began to respond without knowing the full extent of her desire.
Zhuang Rui, feeling incredibly aroused, wondered how that PhD couple who had been living together for three years had managed. He even thought of that joke, but the thought only flashed through his mind before being overwhelmed by the lustful fire in his heart. In all his life, apart from swimming naked in the river as a child, this was the first time Zhuang Rui felt that his clothes were so superfluous.
While continuing to enjoy the other's fragrant tongue, Zhuang Rui began to tear at his clothes. However, after several rounds, he gave up because he sadly discovered that he had loosened several belts while drinking the day before, and now he couldn't undo them. He now hated those American gold miners for inventing jeans, which tightly bound his almost bursting, engorged manhood.
Instinctively, Zhuang Rui thrust his hips forward. Even through the jeans, he could feel himself pressing against a soft spot, and the hardness in his body was somewhat relieved. However, his action made Miao Feifei tremble all over, her eyes becoming increasingly glazed. The force emanating from the arm behind Zhuang Rui made even him feel short of breath and somewhat overwhelmed.
"What are you doing?"
A gasp came from the half-open door, like a bucket of ice-cold well water poured over one's head on a sweltering summer day. It instantly brought Zhuang Rui, who was still lustful, back to his senses. He quickly released Miao Feifei from his tight embrace and looked up. Song Xingjun's figure had just disappeared through the doorway.
"You...I...we..."
Zhuang Rui swallowed hard, managing to utter these few incoherent words. His body had rolled to a corner of the large bed, his hands tightly clutching a pillow, looking exactly like a girl who had just been raped—well, calling him a boy would be more appropriate.
Even though Miao Feifei was filled with shame and anger, she was amused by Zhuang Rui's shameless behavior. It turned out that this guy had taken advantage of her and was still acting innocent. Miao Feifei pulled up her t-shirt, which Zhuang Rui had half taken off, and checked herself. Apart from being covered in sweat from the heat, it seemed that nothing had happened. Her clothes were still on, which made Miao Feifei breathe a sigh of relief.
“You are you, and I am me. There is no ‘us’ between us. Let me tell you, Xiao Zhuangzi, if you dare to spread even a single word about what happened today, I’ll risk the police’s job and never let you off the hook.”
After tidying up her clothes, Miao Feifei looked at Zhuang Rui fiercely and said, as if the Big Bad Wolf was threatening Little Red Riding Hood.
"Who really got the better deal here?"
Watching Miao Feifei turn and walk out of the room with her head held high, Zhuang Rui had several big question marks pop into his mind.
Chapter 162 It really wasn't intentional.
"Dude, you didn't actually do anything yesterday, did you?"
Seeing Miao Feifei leave the room, Zhuang Rui quickly checked the bed. Fortunately, although the bed was a bit messy, there was no blood or anything like that, as rumored. Zhuang Rui also noticed that his rather unruly little thing seemed a bit too weak to tear through his decent-quality jeans.
"Never mind, if Miao Feifei isn't afraid, why should I be?"
After staying in the room for a while, Zhuang Rui finally couldn't sit still any longer. It was already June, summer, and the morning's exercise had left him feeling sticky and uncomfortable. After finding a clean change of clothes, Zhuang Rui swaggered out of the room.
"Star Lord, making breakfast? Thank you! Uh, I drank too much yesterday, but we didn't do anything. Don't overthink it..."
When Zhuang Rui saw Song Xingjun setting out porridge and other breakfast items on the table, he immediately tried to explain to her. However, his actions seemed a bit like he was trying to cover something up, and Song Xingjun blushed slightly. She lowered her head and didn't answer Zhuang Rui's question. The scene she had just witnessed was still making her heart race.
"Hey, Zhuang Rui, you...you can't go in, there are..."
Seeing Zhuang Rui holding clothes and about to push open the bathroom door, Song Xingjun suddenly remembered that someone was inside and hurriedly shouted loudly. However, it seemed that she was a little too late, as Zhuang Rui had already opened the glass door of the bathroom.