"No, I didnât!" Sheng Ning tidied up the plates, and Anâan took them to the kitchen to wash.
Since his sister-in-law was visiting, Xu Qigang went to take a shower after dinner. Usually, he could finish in ten minutes, but today he took a full half hour. He went straight back to the room afterward.
Having a little girl at home, itâs too inconvenient!
After Sheng Ning and Anâan finished tidying up together, they returned the table they borrowed from Captain Wuâs house next door. When they came back, it was already ten oâclock. There were still many things to do tomorrow, so after Anâan took a shower and was arranged to sleep, Sheng Ning was the last one to take a shower.
By the time she came out of the bathroom, it was almost eleven oâclock, and she returned to the room with a slight scent of alcohol.
She frowned slightly, thinking, could he have been drinking?
Thinking it over, she realized it made sense. How could a man not drink at dinner? At that time, she had prepared several bottles of white wine in advance, and when they cleaned up, they were all empty bottles.
There was no movement on the bed, so she guessed he was asleep. Despite being a little upset, she couldnât bring herself to wake him up.
Changing into comfortable pajamas, Sheng Ning quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down on the bed. The man beside her, familiar and steady, made Sheng Ning turn on her side and gaze at him intently.
Xu Qigangâs ears twitched slightly, and under her gaze, his cheeks unconsciously redden even more.
Suddenly, he felt the little woman beside him get up, and then... her soft lips fell on his chest.
Xu Qigangâs pupils suddenly constricted as Xiao Ning kissed him, her lips meticulously planting kisses all over his chest.
This silent and restrained man, as steadfast as a mountain, found his eyes slowly turning moist for the first time in his life.
*******
The news of Zhou Yuanâs suicide spread like wildfire the next day, and even more surprising was that One Weekly, which had been silent for some time, had made a strong comeback.
A brand-new layout, the latest trendy cover girl, and the sharpest writing. One Weekly covered a wide range of content, including fashion, sports, gossip, and current affairs.
There were articles from foreign fashion masters, analyzing international trends from an exclusive perspective. In the eighties mainland, this was nothing short of an anomaly, a legendary beginning.
Although it didnât contain photographs as revealing as the first exposĂ© of Shen Yu and Bai Tianâe, it was even more captivating.
Moreover, there was an article exposing the secrets of wealthy families. The stories were written with twists and turns, exciting and colorful. It covered cheating, adopted daughters, real and fake heiresses, involving three generations of family feuds.
Another article was even more exciting, about a stunning little nurse, unwilling to stay lonely, seducing an iron-willed comrade.
The magazine sold out immediately upon release.
The stories were obvious to anyone with keen eyesight; fortunately, Zhou Yuan had committed suicide, as things had escalated beyond mere disgrace. Once a person is gone, everything else disappears, so the first story didnât elicit much reaction.
Instead, it was the second story, rushed at the last minute, and fortunately penned by Xu Mo himself. His talent, it seemed, could be felt through the paper.
Such flair, such eloquence, perhaps was nothing more than this.
Meng Ping sat in his office, savoring the magazine. It was well worth the heavy investment he made, daring, imaginative.
Xu Mo sat in front of him, nervously observing the changes in his expression. Seeing Meng Pingâs frown relax, Xu Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, he finally didnât have to be sent to the Detention Room anymore, a dreadful place he never wanted to revisit in his entire life.
"Boss, are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied, very satisfied. Iâll give you a raise this month, no, double salary." He was that generous of a boss, never stingy.