Chapter 315

Everything felt like water flowing into a channel; we came together as a matter of course.

After a passionate kiss, Huang Weiwei lay in my arms, as well-behaved as a kitten, quietly licking its fur. I held her, and although my heart was surging, I managed to suppress my excitement. I had to keep my promise; until we were officially married, I could not take her for my own.

Huang Weiwei was puzzled by my quietness, lifting her little face to steal glances at me several times, as if wanting to see through to the bottom of my heart.

It wasn't that my passion was uncontrollable, nor that my promise was as heavy as a mountain. It was the words of Minister Huang Shan that brought temporary peace to my frantic heart.

Chen Meng had accepted Guo Wei, a fact I was unwilling to see. I understood her, but I didn't want to forgive her. Her change of heart and decision to throw herself into another man's arms made me feel as uncomfortable as if I had swallowed a fly. For such a lovely woman to ultimately fail to escape the judgment of the world—I don't know if it is the tragedy of society or the tragedy of human nature!

Of course, I didn't know what stories lay behind it. Based on Chen Meng's personality, she wouldn't have accepted Guo Wei. She should be a woman capable of enduring the pain of life; she wouldn't be someone who would abandon everything to satisfy her parents' wishes just because she had a child in her womb. Just as she was unwilling to enter politics back then, she would choose a path of her own for the sake of her own happiness.

But the reality was that she had indeed accepted him, and the most direct manifestation was the confirmation of the candidate for Deputy County Magistrate of Chunshan County. I don't know how much determination Secretary Chen had to muster, or how much of his pride he had to set aside, to snatch this quota from the hands of Minister Huang Shan.

The more I thought about it, the more mysterious it seemed, and my mind became chaotic. My gaze drifted aimlessly and helplessly. First, I noticed a slight change in Huang Weiwei's room: a picture of a chubby little boy was hanging on the wall. Such a tacky thing displayed so openly felt completely out of place.

Huang Weiwei clearly noticed my gaze; she bashfully covered my eyes with her hand and pouted shyly, "What are you looking at? Isn't it nice?"

I laughed, "A girl's boudoir with a picture of a little boy—what's the meaning of that?"

Huang Weiwei gave me a light pinch and said, "I like it."

"Like what?"

"I like children. I just love children! I want a child." She buried her head in my chest again, burrowing into my arms like a little squirrel. The tips of her hair poked into my nostrils, tickling me until I couldn't help but sneeze.

"If you like them, just have one," I blurted out. Only after the words were out did I realize how ambiguous they sounded.

Sure enough, Huang Weiwei became even more spirited. She lifted her little mouth, planted a light kiss on my face, then pulled away from my embrace, rolled to the other side of the bed, and asked in a soft, thin voice, "How do we have one?"

"Of course..." I stopped mid-sentence. I didn't dare say the words, "We'll have one together."

We were both silent for a long time before Huang Weiwei finally broke the stifling air. She let out a long breath and said with an infinitely yearning expression, "Sometimes, I really admire Sister Meng. She has courage and spirit. If she were a man, she would definitely be a man who stands tall." "Why do you say that?" I asked with a smile.

"Look, she is someone who dares to act, dares to love, and dares to hate. She can pick things up and put them down. Unlike ordinary women, who have no solutions for anything other than crying." She recounted Chen Meng's virtues with great admiration, making me feel as if a stranger was walking toward me. Suddenly, she changed the subject and asked, "Chen Feng, tell me honestly, have you ever been moved by her?"

I was startled, shook my head quickly, and said with a sheepish smile, "What kind of talk is that?"

Huang Weiwei smiled faintly and said, "Like a light ink painting. Tell me, have you or haven't you?"

"No!" I answered her very firmly. In front of a woman, one must never tell the truth, especially the truth she doesn't want to hear; otherwise, the person who tells the truth will end up very miserable.

"The ghost believes you!" She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Do you think I don't know?"

I was startled again, as if I really had something shameful to hide, and my face turned red without me realizing it.

"I knew it! You're feeling guilty." She pointed at me, her smile turning into a bitter one: "If you weren't guilty, why are you blushing?"

I hurried to cover it up, saying, "It's too hot in the room." As I said this, I went to undo the button at my collar.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and a pot of lush, blue-green grass grew beneath it. Even so, it still made one feel parched. "Actually, I know everything," Huang Weiwei said softly. "It's not that I don't know Sister Meng's feelings. To be honest, even though I couldn't bear it, at that time I really wanted to let you two be together."

I was moved by her words. What kind of woman was she? Knowing Xue Bing was with me, she would find ways to have her transferred to her dream city; she was skilled at using means to obtain love. But in the matter of Chen Meng, she was actually willing to push me to someone else?

"It seems I'm not that important in your eyes," I teased her intentionally. "In this world, what woman is willing to hand over her boyfriend? Unless she doesn't love him in the first place."

Provoked by my words, she stretched out her pretty legs to kick me.

Before she could land a blow, I grabbed her fair ankles, pulled her into my arms, turned my body, pressed down on her warm, supple frame, and stared into her eyes, saying word by word, "Tell me, do you love me or not?"

She struggled bashfully, her fair face flushed with a faint peach-blossom red due to her shyness.

"I won't say it!" She panted slightly, her hands twisting my arms, seemingly trying to struggle and sit up.

My limbs were pressed against hers. After struggling for a long time, she failed to flip me off, so she gave up and glared at me, saying, "Let me go!"

"I won't!" I laughed wickedly, intentionally sticking out my tongue to lick the tip of her nose and her eyes.

She tried hard to twist away, but no matter how she moved, she couldn't break free even a little, and the faint peach-blossom red on her face only grew more vibrant.

She finally couldn't help but giggle, begging softly, "Let me go, okay?"

As soon as I loosened my grip, she took the opportunity to flip me off, climbed onto me, pinched my neck with both hands, and laughed with a feigned fierce look, "Bullying me! You're asking for death, Chen Feng."

She applied a little force, and I intentionally rolled my eyes back, spread my hands, and played dead. She cooperated perfectly, flipping back my eyelids, testing for breath under my nose with her hand, and then leaned her head on my chest, pretending to cry sorrowfully.

I said in a muffled voice, "Young lady, why are you grieving?"

She replied, "The young lady's husband has unfortunately passed away. Oh Heavens, oh Earth, please open your eyes."

We burst into laughter simultaneously. After playing around for a while, we both lay flat on the bed again, staring at the ceiling.

"Sister Meng's husband can't be a township cadre, so does that mean my, Huang Weiwei's, husband should be a township cadre?" she suddenly blurted out.

"As long as you don't mind, I don't care. I'm doing the same work wherever I am anyway," I said insincerely.

"That won't do!" She propped herself up and looked at me, saying, "Guo Wei can be a Deputy County Magistrate, and you can too."

"That's a matter for the organization. Cadre positions aren't our family's property; we can't just give them to whoever we want." I provoked her. This "method of provocation" was more than enough to deal with Huang Weiwei. In the eyes of Minister Huang Shan, I was still an outsider; even if I became his legitimate son-in-law, I would still be an outsider! Only Huang Weiwei was the apple of his eye.

"Not necessarily!" She lay back down, rested her head on my chest again, and said slowly, "If we don't take this Deputy County Magistrate position, does that mean there are no other positions?"

My heart skipped a beat. Guo Wei had gained access to Secretary Chen's home and had Secretary Chen step forward to secure the Deputy County Magistrate position. As Chen Meng's best friend, how could Huang Weiwei let her boyfriend fall so far behind? She must have an idea in mind, and it was an idea she had held for a long time.

There was a knock at the door, followed by the nanny's voice: "Xiao Wei, Chen Juchang asked me to bring you some soup."

I hurriedly got out of bed, straightened my clothes, and opened the door. Outside, the nanny held a tray with two gold-rimmed bowls filled with steaming lotus seed and lily soup.

"Chen Juchang has gone to rest. She told you both to drink the soup and get some rest early," the nanny said, smiled kindly, and turned to go downstairs.

I stood in the center of the room with the two bowls of soup, stunned. Was Chen Juchang hinting that I could sleep here tonight?

I turned to look at Huang Weiwei. She had clearly heard the nanny's words and was also blushing, not daring to look at me, unable to make a sound for a long time.