Chapter 46

Hong Zhiyou returned to the station.

He took a shower, put on a suit, and headed straight to Mu Liancheng's house.

When he arrived at the Mu house, many workers were moving boxes.

"Boss Mu, what are you doing?" Hong Zhiyou asked with his hands in his pockets, smiling coldly.

"I hoarded some flour before, and it's about to get moldy."

"Donating it."

"Making a contribution to the country."

Mu Liancheng laughed dryly.

Move it.

Anyway, it's all mine once it's dug up.

"Is Mrs. Huizi not here? I still wanted to taste the sushi she made last time," Hong Zhiyou came to the living room and looked around.

"She couldn't sit still and went to the club to dance," Mu Liancheng replied.

"Boss Mu, you're fast this year."

"Mrs. Huizi looks capable; can you handle it?"

"Give me some of those pills from last time."

Hong Zhiyou feigned closeness.

"Easy, easy," Mu Liancheng had Butler Pang take the items.

Hong Zhiyou put them aside first:

"You've been busy running around lately; you're not thinking of running away, are you?"

"The Party-State's world, where, where can I run to?" Mu Liancheng laughed awkwardly.

"That Mr. Zhuang, he's probably already in the interrogation room by now," Hong Zhiyou's smile faded as he dropped a hint.

Mu Liancheng's face changed drastically.

He didn't expect the Jinhai Station to have been watching him for so long.

"I'm a bit short on cash lately, so I hope Boss Mu can be generous," Hong Zhiyou openly extorted him.

"Secretary Hong."

"You and Wanqiu are almost there; we're all family, so loosen up a bit," Mu Liancheng hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.

"It's precisely because we're almost there, and I'll have another mouth to feed in the future, that I'm looking for you."

"Since we're family, you can't watch Wanqiu suffer with me."

When it comes to thick-skinned, could Hong Zhiyou be weaker?

"Yes, that's true, I should show some meaning."

Mu Liancheng knew this bunch of grandsons were tigers, leopards, and jackals; playing the emotional card was useless.

He immediately had Butler Pang take out 5,000 US dollars.

Hong Zhiyou accepted it happily.

"Zhiyou."

As they were chatting, Wanqiu called him from the second-floor railing.

"You keep moving."

"I'm going to keep Wanqiu company."

Hong Zhiyou stood up and went upstairs.

"You're so bad, extorting my uncle again," Wanqiu pouted and hummed when they met.

"You're a big young lady, you don't worry about food or clothing."

"I'm different; I live on a fixed salary."

"Any random cheongsam of yours costs more than a dozen silver dollars."

"If I don't extort your uncle a bit, what will I use to support you?"

Hong Zhiyou kissed her red lips and blinked with a wicked smile, sounding high-minded.

"If there's no money, I'll eat chaff and swallow vegetables with you," Wanqiu said gently.

"So obedient?" Hong Zhiyou raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, who made me your girl," Wanqiu's eyes were full of thick spring color.

"Don't, let me take a break today; I just paid the grain at noon, I'm a bit weak."

Young lady, you're on the path as soon as you're teased, right... Hong Zhiyou supported her buttocks and begged for mercy.

"No."

"If you don't give it to me, you'll give it to someone else."

"Why should I let those demons take advantage!"

Wanqiu hummed coquettishly, like a little fighting cock, angry and puffed up.

"Forget it."

"You are just... addicted!"

"Hate you, you're the one who's addicted."

The two laughed and rolled into a ball.

After tossing and turning until past ten, Hong Zhiyou decisively begged for mercy.

He worried and labored all day.

Wanqiu ate mountain delicacies and sea treasures, her blood was like a flood, and her energy and stamina were very strong.

Plus, she had gotten a taste for it.

If Hong Zhiyou didn't love himself, he could really be squeezed dry by her.

"Wanqiu, have you thought about the path you'll take in the future?" Hong Zhiyou hugged her and asked lovingly.

"Never thought about it."

"Just follow you; live happily for one day at a time. When you leave one day, I'll say goodbye to this world."

Wanqiu said with some sadness.

"Damn, why are you doing this again."

"You're not allowed to say these unlucky things in front of me."

"Aren't you a talented woman?"

"Writing poetry, being a poet or a writer is fine."

"Yes, just write poetry."

"Lin Huiyin can be popular, and you can be popular too!"

"No!"

"I can give you piano music; with your performance skills, as a poet and pianist, you'll definitely beat Lin Huiyin and the others."

Hong Zhiyou slapped her buttocks and suggested happily.

"I'm Lin Huiyin, are you Liang Sicheng?" Wanqiu stared at him, unable to look enough.

"No comparison."

"He's into architecture, I'm into women."

"No matter what, I have to make you more popular than his wife."

"Stop holding on, get up, I have serious business."

Hong Zhiyou pushed away her little hand and sat naked by the table.

Swish swish!

He wrote down three piano pieces in one breath.

Two pop songs, "A Curtain of Dreamy Dreams" and "Story of a Small Town."

Then, he wrote a poem.

Wanqiu picked up his pajamas and gently draped them over him.

She watched quietly as those elf-like notes and words jumped on the paper.

Afraid it wasn't written accurately.

Hong Zhiyou went to the piano and played it himself.

Wanqiu was mesmerized.

She was certain that these pieces Hong Zhiyou created were heavenly sounds she had never heard before.

"Ding-a-ling."

The room's phone rang.

Wanqiu answered it and immediately gave it to Hong Zhiyou:

"It's Station Chief Wu."

Hong Zhiyou hurriedly stood up and answered: "Station Chief, it's me."

"Yes, I'll be back immediately."

He hung up the phone.

Hong Zhiyou kissed Wanqiu and said a hurried goodbye:

"Something happened at the station, I have to rush back."

"These pieces must be practiced until you're familiar with them, and recite the poem more."

"In a few days, the Chairman is going to the Northeast, and the Madam might stay in Jinhai for a few days; there will be a cocktail party in the literary world then."

"This is a perfect opportunity for you to take off the traitor hat and establish your name."

After speaking, he put on his clothes and walked quickly downstairs.

"Zhiyou." Wanqiu chased after him.

"What's wrong?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"You forgot to wear..." Wanqiu reminded him with a blushing face.

"Forget it, anyway I'm coming back tomorrow, keep it to spend the night with you," Hong Zhiyou smiled wickedly and walked away quickly.

"So bad."

Wanqiu muttered and returned to the room.

She picked up the poem and recited it softly.

"I Love This Land"

"If I were a bird."

"I should also sing with a hoarse throat:"

……

"—Then I die,"

"Even my feathers rot in the land."

"Why are my eyes often filled with tears?"

"Because I love this land so deeply..."

After Wanqiu finished reciting, she covered her little mouth in disbelief.

An unprecedented excitement echoed in her heart.

"Why... why?"

"Zhiyou, such a mercenary and shrewd person, how could he write such a deep poem."

"Zhiyou didn't lie to me."

"I might not become Lin Huiyin, but he definitely won't lose to Liang Sicheng."

"Heavens."

"What virtue did I accumulate in my past life for heaven to love me so much, letting me meet him!"

Wanqiu suddenly felt her heart was full of light and possessed infinite power.

No longer lost.

No longer afraid.

She held the poem, and tears flowed down her cheeks like jade beads.

……

Wu Jingzhong was not a person who liked to work overtime.

He wasn't counting US dollars or appraising antiques in his mansion right now, and the phone call even chased him to Mu Liancheng's house.

Not good.

Something is going to happen!

Hong Zhiyou drove back to the station at the fastest speed.

Arrived at the office.

Yu Zecheng was standing in punishment.

Wu Jingzhong's face was livid and gloomily terrifying.

"Station Chief, what happened?" Hong Zhiyou looked at the two faces and asked in a low voice.

"What happened, ask him," Wu Jingzhong pointed at Yu Zecheng and got angry.

……

(End of chapter)