Chapter 516

Xu Qing saw her off, and all the way she thought she was really lucky.

Over the past few years, thanks to the blessing of the God of Wealth, she made a tidy sum from stock trading, essentially achieving financial freedom. Last year she was also promoted to office director, another big surprise besides wealth.

If there is any regret, it is the loneliness of life.

After so many years of divorce, she dare not stay home during the New Year, taking a travel route instead. Going out to see the motherland's splendid scenery is better than staying home and being nagged by her parents.

Her parents are anxious, constantly urging her to remarry and have a child, so she won't be left uncared for in old age.

When she first divorced, she never even thought about remarrying. At that time she felt that, apart from money, nothing in this world could be relied upon.

Now that she has money, her ideas have changed as well.

Unbeknownst to her, she is already already 36.

Just as her mother said, if she drags it on a few more years, waiting until she's past her prime, then even if she wants to marry she won't be able to, and will only become a tidbit in the eyes of old men in the park.

Now she is anxious too.

The result is that the more anxious she gets, the more upset she feels.

She thinks she should have a good figure and good looks.

She isn't short of money either, and has the means to buy a courtyard house in Jingcheng.

Her job is also quite stable.

Although her office director title still carries a "deputy" prefix, the substantive leader is on sick leave, lying in the hospital, and it's uncertain whether he'll survive until next month.

In her deputy role she actually exercises the authority of the substantive post, and her promotion to full director is only a matter of time.

With these conditions.

Ordinary men don't catch her eye; she thinks she must find an equally outstanding man. With that thought, the idea of remarriage hits a dead end, with no hope in sight.

Looking around, Jingcheng certainly does not lack outstanding men.

But those outstanding men who have both looks and ability tend to choose young, beautiful girls; who would look at a thirty-six-year-old divorced woman?

The longer she stays single, the more her mind goes awry; even hugging a pillow at night she can imagine a seductive action blockbuster.

Especially when walking with Lin Dongfan.

This feeling of unbearable loneliness is especially strong.

That feeling is like a female peacock encountering a top-notch idol; the next second she unleashes her ultimate move—spreading her tail! She shows off her charms without shame.

Lin Dongfan can be said to be an outstanding idol among outstanding idols.

His red family background need not be mentioned—that's a backdrop ordinary people can only look up to. The key is that this guy is also far-sighted; whether flipping houses or trading stocks, he scores every time.

It's as if he can foresee the future, his ability is off the charts.

Such an outstanding man.

Really, you couldn't find one even with a lantern.

What a pity……

Old me, this fallen flower may have intentions, but he is like flowing water, indifferent; all the way he hasn't spoken. Could it be that I'm not proactive enough, or my tail‑spreading isn't obvious enough?

Thinking this, Xu Qing glanced at Lin Dongfan, intentionally or not.

Lin Dongfan seemed completely unable to receive any signal, walking straight to the parking lot without glancing sideways. The black Audi parked under the courtyard tree had a lump of bird droppings on its windshield.

"Damn, parking under a tree really isn't advisable—did you bring tissues?"

Lin Dongfan finally turned his head and glanced at Xu Qing.

Tissues are there, but they're in her bag, which is left in the office. Xu Qing took off her left high‑heel, pulled off her sock to use as a rag, and gave it a light wipe.

The glass instantly became bright.

Lin Dongfan laughed, "Do you have to be so over the top?"

"Not the slightest bit over the top—thanks to you, I've made a tidy sum from stocks and real estate these past two years; sacrificing a sock is nothing."

Xu Qing winked with one eye, frantically releasing the peacock‑tail signal.

When she smiles into the wind, she has a special allure; truly every cell of her body exudes a peach‑like charm, mature, sexy, yet retaining elegance.

"Thanks, let's head back—it's windy outside."

Lin Dongfan acted as if he were blind, pulling open the car door and getting in.

The next second.

Xu Qing looked around, saw no one, and also got into the car, taking the rear seat; as soon as she got in she took off her coat, saying it was really hot inside.

Hot?

"Sister Qing, this is Jingcheng in the first lunar month!"

"The snow outside hasn't even melted."

Lin Dongfan turned his head and smiled at her peach‑blossom eyes: "Monk Lao Na has already taken refuge in spirit; my dharma name is hard to hold—are you trying to test my weak point?"

"Poor Nun's dharma name—'Please enter the vat,' come on."

Xu Qing threw caution to the wind; chatting and laughing, she reached out and touched Lin Dongfan's face.

She added, "We're all adults, and you don't have to take responsibility. Let's go find a place—just consider it charity to comfort me."

Lin Dongfan merely smiled and said nothing.

He turned the key and started the car, not heading to a hotel or Xu Qing's home, but driving into a nearby underground parking lot without surveillance.

The Audi's shock absorption is still quite good.

Its sound system's quality is also quite good.

As the car swayed, a melodious guzheng piece, "High Mountains and Flowing Water," played, along with Xu Qing's voice: "I am just as hungry and thirsty; the feeling of being single for seven years, you don't understand."

"With your conditions, remarrying would be easy."

"Hard."

"How hard?"

"Ordinary people, I don't find them pleasing to the eye, and those I do find pleasing have a lovely wife and two adorable children."

"Are you talking about me?"

"Don't speak."

……

Such a poetic and picturesque life.

It wasn't until Lin Dongfan's phone rang that it ended; it was a call from Peng Tianhua.

Old Peng asked on the phone: "I got Liu Qingmei out of the women's detention center; are you planning to fly or take the train? Having the unit send a car to escort her is also okay."

"Fly, and have her escorted to the airport to wait for me."

Lin Dongfan hung up, fastened his belt, and told Xu Qing: "I won't be sending you back to the office; I'm in a hurry, so you can take a taxi yourself later."

"Mm."

Xu Qing slid into the front passenger seat, opened the car's vanity mirror.

She carefully tidied her somewhat messy hair in the mirror, seeing her rosy complexion, a look of pleasure also appeared on her cheeks.

Why are the flowers so red?

Why can they be so alluring?

Xu Qing thought about it and found it funny; she lingered, sighing to Lin Dongfan: "In this lifetime, I'm afraid I won't get married; I'll just hope you'll take good care of me from now on."

"I want to quit my job and go into business; I can't help you with anything," Lin Dongfan said.

Xu Qing turned to look at Lin Dongfan, smiling faintly: "Big shot, you think I want to make a deal with you? You're underestimating me—I have my principles too."

"No, I really want to quit my job and go into business," Lin Dongfan said.

Xu Qing chuckled dismissively: "If you want to quit, just quit; with your far-sighted vision, making money is as easy as picking up money. If you go into business, becoming the world's richest person is entirely possible."

"I love hearing that."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan had already slid into the driver's seat.

While fastening his seatbelt, he replied: "You're not bad either—your vision is sharp, you size up men accurately. Get out of the car; you go first, I'll come out later."

"When should we meet next?" Xu Qing asked.

Lin Dongfan replied without hesitation: "You work in Jingcheng, I'm going to work in Hundred Yue Province, thousands of miles apart, you ask when I'll return but there's no set date, the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pools."

"Is this a Li Bai poem?" Xu Qing laughed: "Quite fitting."

Lin Dongfan solemnly corrected: "You got it wrong; this is a Du Fu poem."

Du Fu?

Xu Qing raised her eyebrows, a bit puzzled, not caring who wrote the poem, preparing to get out and return to the office: "Du Fu has a poem called 'Guest Arrives'; I like the third and fourth lines—don't forget that."