Lin Wuyang's wife, Fang Wenxiu, was as slender as her name suggested. When she arrived at Chu Ge's house and saw the tall, robust Lin Wuyang sleeping like a log, she was quite at a loss.
"This man, he was just eating with his 'old friend,' how did he end up like this!"
"Uh, Wuyang is in a bad mood, please bear with him, sister-in-law… I just gave him some hangover tea, it works very well. Why don't you sit for a while, sister-in-law, he should wake up soon."
Fang Wenxiu looked at Chu Ge suspiciously. Where did this 'old friend' come from? Could he be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? Where did he get such a miraculous hangover tea?
But Chu Ge aside, looking at Qiu Wuji's angelic beauty and temperament beside her, Fang Wenxiu couldn't voice her doubts. That's the advantage of being beautiful. If it were just Chu Ge standing there looking her up and down, she might call the police.
Qiu Wuji said, "If you're worried about this place... shall we call a car and help you get him in?"
"I...I can't lift him."
Then Qiu Wuji grabbed Lin Wuyang by the back of his waist and lifted him up, weighing him in his hand: "So-so, not as heavy as Chu Ge."
Fang Wenxiu: "???"
She quickly opened an app and called a car, rushing to get her husband away from this strange place.
Chu Ge chased after them, asking, "Sister-in-law, can I have your WeChat? I'd like to ask you about the kids later..."
Fang Wenxiu fled for her life: "You...you can just ask Wuyang."
Qiu Wuji shoved Lin Wuyang into the car, and only after watching the car drive away did she turn and glare at Chu Ge: "Whose child is it?"
"Huh? Ah..." Chu Ge slowly backed away: "Her...hers."
Qiu Wuji's eyebrows shot up: "You want to have a child with her? Chu Ge, so this is the kind of person you are!"
Chu Ge panicked and shouted, "I want to have a child with you!" The neighborhood was deserted at midday, and this loud shout was heard throughout the entire neighborhood.
Many people laughed, and the sound of windows opening came from several places as people peeked out and gathered around to watch.
Qiu Wuji's face turned bright red, and she grabbed Chu Ge's hand and dashed into the stairwell.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Qiu Wuji gritted her teeth.
Chu Ge crouched down, covering his head in fear. He thought he was doomed this time; it would be a miracle if the sensitive Qiu Wuji didn't beat him to a pulp.
But Qiu Wuji glared at him angrily for a moment, then suddenly said, "We're not married."
Chu Ge was dumbfounded: "Huh?"
Qiu Wuji grumbled as she pressed the elevator button: "Don't think that just because you were a little flirtatious with me, you can think all sorts of things. Qiu Wuji is a chivalrous person; what's wrong with a little physical contact? As for children and all that, dream on."
Chu Ge: "?"
Something about that doesn't seem right.
What is she trying to say?
Can someone help me with this reading comprehension?
"Ding!" The elevator arrived, and Qiu Wuji dragged the dazed Chu Ge inside.
As soon as the door closed, the two felt that familiar, cramped feeling of being close again, and simultaneously looked up at the camera.
"Want a kiss?" Qiu Wuji stared at the camera, expressionless.
Chu Ge instinctively stammered, "N-no..."
You call yourself the husband... Qiu Wuji suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, then suddenly smiled alluringly: "I wouldn't let you kiss me even if I wanted to."
Chu Ge: "???" In just one minute, Chu Ge had become a dumbfounded goose three times.
How strange...
That smile just now was so alluring...
I feel like Qiu Qiu has transformed from a girlish girl to a mature woman, not in her usual behavior, but specifically in her interactions with men.
She went from being stubbornly innocent to starting to flirt...
Like a budding rosebud, bursting forth with its sweet fragrance.
Seeing the elevator was almost there, Chu Ge tentatively asked, "What if I wanted to kiss you..." Qiu Wuji turned around, bracing herself against the wall near his ear, looking him up and down for a couple of seconds, then smiled sweetly, "I don't think there's any hope, unless you can beat me. Forcing me... well, that's out of the question." Chu Ge was completely charmed by her smile.
The elevator arrived, and Qiu Wuji leisurely walked out. Chu Ge followed behind, arms crossed, deep in thought.
Really?
I have a feeling I could beat someone like you... oh, with that body, not too difficult.
Then I could... hehehe?
Or just teasing...
"What a waste." Qiu Wuji huffed and puffed as she cleared the table. "So much food, and hardly any eaten. We'll have leftovers again tonight. The braised duck and other delicacies Lin Wuyang brought can be saved for tomorrow... he's smart enough, otherwise I'd beat him up." Chu Ge looked at her strangely, speechless for a long time.
"What are you standing there daydreaming about? Get back to writing! Only one update today, you're getting lazier and lazier!" When the female lead, her female fans, and her female assistant are urging him to update offline, the impact is more ferocious than Panda beating someone up across the internet. Chu Ge feels that readers of *Chu Tian Wu Ji* will never have to worry about the book going on hiatus, as long as the female lead doesn't drag the author out to play…
But actually, Chu Ge isn't thinking about the book much right now, he's thinking about practicing his skills.
Practicing to the point where he can force you, huh?
You just wait!
Chu Ge feels more motivated than ever before; his eyes are even a little red from typing, and what he writes is full of ambition.
...In the ride-hailing car, Lin Wuyang groaned as he woke up, looking bewildered: "How did I end up in the car? Where's Chu Ge?"
His wife scolded him irritably: "You get drunk as soon as you go out drinking with shady characters, and you still ask questions when you wake up! You might as well go live with him!"
Lin Wuyang rubbed his head, as if realizing what was going on, and said strangely, "That's weird. I blacked out, how come I woke up so quickly? My head doesn't hurt, and I'm quite clear-headed."
Fang Wenxiu was taken aback: "They...they gave you some hangover soup."
Lin Wuyang pondered for a moment, then said softly, "His girlfriend is unusual...never mind, if he doesn't want people to know, I won't pry."
He paused, then smiled gently at his wife: "He's not some shady character. He's a good friend; it's a shame we didn't get to know each other better before."
"Getting you drunk is just..." "Was I wrong, buddy? Are you men stupid?"
"Heh...you don't understand." Lin Wuyang said softly, "To invite you to their home for chicken soup when you're at your lowest, with the couple busily serving you, and getting drunk with you...you might think it's nothing, but in this day and age, people like that are rare..."
Fang Wenxiu thought about it and agreed: "That's quite rare. His girlfriend is also a good person; if it were me, I'd probably grumble, inviting someone home for no reason, and letting them get drunk and smelly."
"So even though Zhang Qiren has become like that, he still treats Chu Ge like a brother...at least Zhang Qiren can judge people well." Lin Wuyang leaned back wearily in the back seat and said softly, "Better than me."
Fang Wenxiu said softly, "Things are settled, don't keep taking it to heart..."
Lin Wuyang smiled but didn't answer.
His phone suddenly beeped. Lin Wuyang took it out and glanced at it, his expression turning cold.
The text message was from an unknown number: "Section Chief Lin, if you cooperate with us, we'll help you become a division chief, how about it?" Although it was an unfamiliar number, Lin Wuyang knew exactly who it was. He lazily replied, "Don't worry about not getting promoted. Even if I get fired, I won't be working with rats."
"Why bother, Section Chief Lin? In this day and age, a stubborn, pragmatic person like you has no future..." the other person said. "To be honest, you didn't get promoted this time partly because you offended people before, and partly because we pulled strings. Nobody wants to see a troublemaker like Lin Wuyang."
"Me too..." "I wouldn't call myself a pragmatist." Lin Wuyang seemed to have known this all along, but lazily continued, "Someone like me, a Chinese literature major, is less pedantic and bookish than you."
"Section Chief Lin, that's interesting. Is 'pedantic and bookish' a better term than 'pragmatist'?"
"At least there's a difference... I'll say a few more words to those I like, and I'll send those I despise as far away as possible." Lin Wuyang replied leisurely, "Like now, if it were Zhang Qiren texting me, I might be interested in saying a few words, but you, Zhang Xiaoren... Nanjiang is quite cool, stay away." He then added him to the blacklist and remained silent.
"Pragmatist..." he suddenly chuckled to himself, "This guy has given me a wake-up call. Even if I'm a deputy now, can't I treat myself like a leader? Those useless people, just be rubber stamps, that's enough." Fang Wenxiu looked into her husband's eyes; the previous depression and dejection seemed to have vanished, replaced by a renewed sparkle—a man's defiant, determined spirit.
You guys are messing with me, aren't you? Drive and ambition burst forth in a drunken utterance.