Chapter 758

Zhao Xue rubbed her temples, raised her head, wiped a strand of hair from her ear, shook her head, and said with a bitter smile, "I'm fine."

Zheng Zheng Tulu, who was getting hot and heavy with the scantily clad hostess, had been secretly observing the development between Zhao Desan and her. From the moment she entered the private room, Zheng Zheng Tulu had sensed that Zhao Desan seemed interested in this hostess who held herself in such high regard. That was why he had deliberately stopped being angry and pushed her onto him, to see if this guy was lecherous and fit to be his son-in-law; it was also a secret test of his character.

Zheng Zheng Tulu, Zhang Zhang Jiayin, and Lin Lin Dafa, the three old bastards, were getting hot and heavy on the sofa with the young, flashy hostesses, completely unable to bother with singing, so the karaoke machine sat idle. Zhao Xue glanced at the scrolling song lyrics on the big screen and discovered it was the song "I'm Waiting for You in Spring" by her favorite singer, Yang Yuying. She casually picked up the microphone and began to sing.

A faint longing, a faint fragrance of lilacs.

Quietly drifting away, the quiet flow of time.

The place where the past has passed, a beautiful melancholy.

Just like the starlight that filled the sky that year and that month.

The three old bastards were busy groping the girls and weren't listening to this voice that sounded like music from heaven at all. Zhao Desan, however, hadn't drunk much but felt as if he were drunk, intoxicated by this gentle and beautiful music. The sweet voice sketched out a scene like a paradise on earth, making Zhao Desan feel as if he and Zhao Xue were immersed in the scenery of his own imagination. It wasn't until she finished the song that he came back to his senses, took a puff of his cigarette, and said with a smile, "I never imagined you could sing so beautifully."

"I only know these one or two songs." Zhao Xue said modestly. Her face was incredibly flushed, whether from the alcohol or shyness, but because the five large, coarse fingerprints of Zheng Zheng Tulu were still imprinted on it, it didn't look beautiful. Instead, it made Zhao Desan feel a pang of heartache. He glared fiercely at the old bastard enjoying the female company nearby. If it weren't for the fact that he was living under someone else's roof and working under him, he would have beaten him to a pulp for bullying Zhao Xue today!

The three old bastards were getting sexually aroused from holding the hostesses, so Lin Lin Dafa leaned over to seek Zheng Zheng Tulu's opinion, saying, "Director Zheng, why don't we leave and go somewhere else to take a bath?"

As the saying goes, domestic flowers aren't as fragrant as wild ones. Even though Zheng Zheng Tulu's wife at home, despite being over forty, maintained the figure and appearance of a mature young woman in her early thirties and exuded a charming aura, she was, after all, Zheng Zheng Tulu's wife. For a leader, it was impossible not to indulge in debauchery and socializing outside, and she couldn't control him at home. Occasionally, when a man as tall and handsome as Zhao Desan appeared before her, it would stir a flicker of excitement in that woman who lived in an empty house and felt empty inside. But ever since Zheng Zheng Tulu had explained his intention of having Zhao Desan as his son-in-law, the last remaining, unrealistic fantasy in her heart had finally been extinguished.