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This is said to be one of the top Chinese restaurants in City A, Dragon Wave Pavilion, where Wang Qian has reserved a private room. The interior is indeed decorated differently, grand and imposing, showcasing its uniqueness.
The restaurant features a user-friendly design, with one side facing the window and tables set for three or four people. Inside, there are sofas and tea tables, allowing guests to relax on the sofa if they feel tired from eating—truly a delightful experience.
Wang Qian orders quickly, not bothering to be polite with Fei Hu. She efficiently places her order and even requests a bottle of French Bordeaux red wine. Fei Hu thinks it’s pointless to drink red wine with Chinese food; good dishes should be paired with good liquor, like China's Wuliangye or Moutai. He only thinks this in his mind, as he feels embarrassed to make any complaints since she invited him to dinner.
This place is different; the dishes and wine arrive in succession. Wang Qian tells the waiter, "You can go out and close the door. I'll call you if I need anything." The waiter nods understandingly and quietly closes the door as he leaves.
Wang Qian then stands up, takes off her coat, and sits down next to Fei Hu. What does this woman want? Fei Hu is taken aback; with such a large space available, she chooses to squeeze in next to him. Is this still dining? Just looking at her charming figure is enough to fill him up.
"Look at your success; how did you end up like this? When you went to Hong Kong, you were so bold. Tell me what happened; am I really that terrifying?" Wang Qian says as she reaches out and pulls Fei Hu's head closer.
Oh my! The moment Fei Hu sees Wang Qian's alluring appearance, he nearly has a nosebleed. He had just been staring at the foreign woman's ample bosom, and now Wang Qian, having removed her coat, is not much different. She wears a dark red open-collared shirt that is thin and soft, with a neckline that plunges low. Wang Qian's assets are boldly on display, creating a deep cleavage that seems endless. Fei Hu feels flustered and swallows hard.
Seeing Fei Hu's lecherous expression makes Wang Qian burst into laughter: "You little rascal! Clearly so lustful yet trying to act tough. I really thought you were the reincarnation of Liu Xia Hui." With that, she stands up and moves across the table to sit opposite him. It seems she intends to tease Fei Hu.
Although Wang Qian has moved away, her influence on Fei Hu hasn't diminished. Every time he looks up, he sees her fair chest and her two rounded curves. This puts Fei Hu in quite a predicament; should he focus on eating well or enjoying the view? Meanwhile, Wang Qian appears unfazed as she eats heartily and chats cheerfully. Occasionally she sways slightly, causing her two curves to bounce enticingly—this torment truly makes Fei Hu feel like his heart is being clawed at by a cat.
"Hey! Don't just eat; let's chat! You seem to have some opinions about me. Ever since you returned from Hong Kong, it's like you've become a different person. Although you haven't said anything about me to others, your gaze towards me has changed. You used to sneak glances at me but now? You can't even look up in front of me. Tell me why," Wang Qian says as she puts down her chopsticks and takes a gentle sip of red wine, her eyes filled with allure.
Fei Hu takes a deep breath and smiles: "It's nothing; maybe I'm just too traditional! I think if I'm looking for a girlfriend, I shouldn't maintain this kind of relationship with you, so I've been trying hard to avoid you. There really aren't any other reasons." He is somewhat surprised by his own level of deceit; this excuse sounds pretty good and convincing.
"You just make things up! Do you really think I'm a three-year-old? Your dating has nothing to do with me. Can a man only know one woman, his wife, for his entire life? That's a foolish thought. Besides, everything between us is kept in the dark; no one knows about it at all. So what you're saying is just a lie," Wang Qian said, a bit angrily placing her cup on the table.
Fei Hu didn't expect that the lie he thought he had told well would be exposed by Wang Qian so easily. He awkwardly stood up, picked up the wine bottle from the table, poured half a glass for Wang Qian, and then filled his own glass. After sitting down, he smiled at Wang Qian and raised his glass, saying, "Come on, let's drink to that. No more words; it's pointless to say too much. I know what I should do."
Wang Qian rolled her eyes at Fei Hu, lifted her glass in front of her, and lightly took a sip. "Let me ask you a question, and you must answer me honestly. If you deceive me again, our relationship will end here. Do you understand?" Fei Hu reluctantly nodded. He thought to himself, what relationship do we have? We've only been to bed together.
Wang Qian leaned in closer and lowered her voice to ask, "Tell me honestly, do you have something going on with Ye Xiaofei? Why does she always ask you to work at her place? Is she trying to cover something up? If you tell the truth, I won't be angry; it shows you have some ability. But if you lie to me, there's no way out for you. You're just not cut out for lying."
Oh my God, as Wang Qian leaned in like that, her curves were about to spill out from her neckline. Fei Hu was too distracted by her appearance to respond to Wang Qian's question; his eyes were fixated on her without moving.
Seeing Fei Hu's greedy expression, Wang Qian tapped him on the head and said, "Answer my question quickly. If you answer well, I'll let you enjoy yourself later." Hearing this, Fei Hu felt a surge of joy but quickly realized that this woman was setting conditions for him. It seemed he couldn't speak carelessly. Earlier that morning, Ye Wei had asked some strange questions; now it was Wang Qian again. Was there something wrong?
Fei Hu thought for a moment and smiled lightly as he said, "You really dare to think that way. Ye Xiaofei is so beautiful that any man would want to take a second look at her. If I could have something with her, I'd be thrilled. But you know I'm just a poor security guard, and besides, this woman has such high standards that ordinary men don't even catch her eye. Every time she asks me to work at her place, it's not a good thing; she's taking revenge on me, you know?"
"What? She's taking revenge on you? You have no grievances with her; your work has nothing to do with each other. What could she possibly be avenging? I really can't figure it out," Wang Qian said with a puzzled expression.
Fei Hu raised his glass again and clinked it with Wang Qian's before taking another small sip. In truth, he wasn't used to drinking this foreign stuff at all, but he had to adopt the right posture now that he was living in the big city; these small details couldn't be overlooked or he'd be laughed at.
Fei Hu waved at Wang Qian, who leaned in closer. He whispered to her, "I can only tell you about this; you mustn't tell anyone else. If this gets out and Ye Xiaofei finds out about it, I'm done for—you understand that."
Wang Qian obediently nodded.
Taking the opportunity again to glance at her alluring chest, Fei Hu quietly said, "On her first day at work, I bumped into her in the elevator. At that time, I didn't know she was Ye Xiaofei or our Sheng Wei's Executive President. So one day I got a bit bold because she looked so beautiful and those two assets of hers were quite impressive; I leaned over to take a look but didn't expect she'd catch me and slap me twice right there. Since then she's held a grudge against me and has been looking for ways to torment me."
Wang Qian couldn't help but laugh heartily, saying, "You little lecher, have you encountered a thorny rose? Do you think everyone is as generous as I am, letting you do whatever you want? Not only do you get to see it, but you also want to taste it!" As she spoke, she laughed so hard that her chest shook, and Fei Hu genuinely felt like tasting it.
From what Fei Hu said, it seemed that Wang Qian was starting to believe him to some extent. However, her expression changed immediately as she asked Fei Hu, "Isn't there a housekeeper at the villa? How could you be gone for so many days? What exactly have you been doing? Ye Xiaofei wouldn't have asked you to wash her underwear, would she?" Wang Qian laughed again at her own joke. Fei Hu understood that Wang Qian was secretly pleased with the idea of Ye Xiaofei tormenting him. He found it hard to comprehend why she thought that way.
He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing, "The villa is full of female workers; there are no male workers. For tasks like trimming trees or planting grass, or cleaning the roof and windows, those are jobs that female workers can't do. Since I’m available for free labor, why would she hire someone from outside? Besides, she can vent her frustrations in a legitimate way." Fei Hu's words were carefully chosen, and after a long silence, Wang Qian seemed to be starting to believe him.
The two ate slowly. After finishing the bottle of red wine, Wang Qian ordered a bottle of white wine. Fei Hu realized that this woman seemed well-prepared; she wasn't planning to stop drinking tonight. Since they were already there, he didn't mind either; after all, it wasn't his first time.
After filling their glasses again, Wang Qian suddenly asked Fei Hu, "Do you have some kind of relationship with Ye Cheng?" Upon hearing this, Fei Hu's expression changed dramatically.
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