Chapter 366

Minister Huang called Xue Bing over with interest, looked at her carefully for a few moments, thought for a while, and said, "Are you from the Cultural Center?"

Xue Bing's face was as bright as a flower; she nodded and replied, "Minister Huang, your memory is truly amazing. I am indeed Little Xue from the Cultural Center."

Huang Weiwei and I were completely lost. Minister Huang is a busy man; how could he know a young teacher from the Cultural Center? Their work had absolutely no intersection at all.

Xue Bing seemed to see our confusion and smiled faintly, "Before the New Year, the Minister came to our Cultural Center to inspect the work, and I led the children in a report performance, so that's how we met."

I was still puzzled. What work would an Organization Minister inspect at a Cultural Center? A Cultural Center belongs to the district government; generally, there's nothing major. Although it hangs a 'cultural' sign, what it does is training. Even the director of the Cultural Center is at most a section-level cadre.

Minister Huang Shan is a department-level official in charge of cadre inspection and promotion; he had nothing to do with cultural affairs. Why would he go to the Cultural Center to inspect work and even watch a report performance?

Minister Huang Shan himself explained the reason. He said a poet had returned from Taiwan, and this person was famous in the international poetry scene. The poet's ancestral home was our Hengyue City, and his grandfather was buried in Hengyue City's soil. The poet is a man of culture, and a man of culture naturally wants to do cultural things. The Municipal Propaganda Minister didn't dare to be negligent, so she accompanied the poet back to his hometown, ate local food, and visited for two days. Feeling there was no culture for the poet to experience, she found a Cultural Center and designated it for a visit.

The Propaganda Minister is a woman, getting on in years, and didn't have much culture or cultivation herself. Having spent her whole life in officialdom, she knew the importance of appearances. So she begged Minister Huang Shan to accompany them, and they went together to the Cultural Center where Xue Bing worked.

It must be said that Xue Bing's Cultural Center is still second to none in Hengyue City's cultural circle.

First of all, there are a few people who are members of the National Calligraphy Association, a writer who has published a few novels that aren't very popular, and a folk poetry society gathering a bunch of people who moan without illness.

What's more worth mentioning is that the Cultural Center has been engaged in training dance, music, painting, and calligraphy for decades, and in recent years, it has won several awards in national competitions. The city has set up the Cultural Center as a cultural model, and whenever there are higher-level leaders or distinguished guests, they basically go to the Cultural Center to sit and look around.

By chance, Minister Huang Shan saw the performance by Xue Bing and the children.

After the performance, the Cultural Center cordially invited the poet to leave some calligraphy. It was Xue Bing who ground the ink, spread the paper, and handed over the vermilion box and jade seal. The whole process made the poet praise her endlessly.

Afterwards, the Cultural Center invited the poet to a banquet to taste Hengyue's folk food.

Originally, Minister Huang Shan wanted to leave, but the Propaganda Minister dragged him and wouldn't let him go. Since the poet wanted to talk to Minister Huang about the "Zizhi Tongjian," he stayed to dine together. The poet was in high spirits; even at eighty, he couldn't get enough of the spring scenery of the world, so he dragged Xue Bing to join the table.

Xue Bing was an unknown nobody; how could she be qualified to sit with leaders? The Cultural Center director was so embarrassed he was extremely anxious, rubbing his hands together, his face red.

How could Minister Huang Shan not see what the director meant? He waved his hand and said, "It's just a meal, why so many rules?"

Xue Bing joined the table. During the banquet, the poet wanted to sing a song and asked Xue Bing to sing along.

Xue Bing stood up gracefully, and the two collaborated on the song "The Affection of Green Leaves for the Roots," winning applause from the whole room.

Knowing the reason, we all laughed. Huang Weiwei was even more amused, saying, "This poet is quite interesting."

Xue Bing lowered her head and sighed softly, "These people who write poetry are all people who moan without illness. A perfectly good thing, in their eyes, seems as if the whole world owes them something."

Minister Huang Shan laughed, his laughter seemingly having the power to pierce through the roof.

Bureau Chief Chen Yazhi happened to come over. She didn't understand why Minister Huang Shan was so happy, but she was naturally happy and smiled along with him.

After laughing, Minister Huang asked, "Comrade Little Xue, today is the first day of the New Year, why did you come to my house?"

Xue Bing's face turned red, and she said softly, "I came to thank Weiwei."

"What did she do that's worth you coming to thank her? And on the first day of the New Year, no less."

"Minister Huang, you might not know, but before I came to the Cultural Center, I was a music teacher at a township middle school. It was Weiwei who helped me, allowing me to have a broader stage." Xue Bing looked at Huang Weiwei, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Minister Huang Shan gave an 'oh' sound and said, "So that's how it is. It seems our Weiwei has a discerning eye for talent."

Bureau Chief Chen Yazhi immediately interrupted, "Weiwei naturally has an eye for talent. It's all in the past, why mention it? Today is the New Year, a day for the whole family to reunite. Isn't Teacher Little Xue going home to reunite?"

Xue Bing smiled faintly and said, "Originally, I planned to go back to the countryside for the New Year. But then I thought, in life, one should repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring. Weiwei gave me a rebirth; such great kindness is only worthy of being expressed on the first day of the New Year."

Xue Bing's words were watertight, making me suddenly feel that her coming to Huang Weiwei's house to pay New Year respects wasn't as simple as it seemed.

Huang Weiwei is also a very clever woman; how could she not hear the meaning in Xue Bing's words?

My heart pounded. I looked sideways at Huang Weiwei, and she happened to look over too. We looked at each other and smiled.

"Teacher Little Xue, you sit for a while, I have a few words to say to Chen Feng." Huang Weiwei signaled to me with her eyes.

I quickly stood up and said, "Minister Huang, Auntie, shall I go first?"

Bureau Chief Chen Yazhi was clearly dissatisfied with my form of address; her eyebrows twitched, and she waved her hand, saying, "Go. It's just right to let Teacher Little Xue chat with your dad for a few words."

I followed Huang Weiwei upstairs. As soon as we entered the room, Huang Weiwei raised her eyebrows and asked me, "Confess honestly, are you two still in contact?"

I complained bitterly, "Who said that?"

"Don't you feel that Xue Bing has come with ill intent?"

"What malice could she have?"

"In this world, only small people and women are the hardest to deal with." Huang Weiwei sighed, walked straight to the chair, sat down, pointed to the bed, and said to me, "Why are you standing there like a fool?"

I laughed slyly, "My wife hasn't spoken, how would this subordinate dare to sit?"

"Get out!" she laughed and scolded, "Whether you're my husband is still hard to say."

I pretended to be shocked and said with a miserable face, "You don't want me anymore?"

Huang Weiwei smiled bitterly, "It's not that I don't want you. It's whether your stance is firm or not."

"I guarantee it to the organization."

"That's useless."

"It's not good for a beautiful woman to use foul language," I shook my head, my eyes filled with laughter.

"Tell me, if Xue Bing clings to you, what will you do?"

"There's nothing to do! That's impossible," I said firmly. "A good horse doesn't eat the grass it has left behind. You know that."

"What kind of good horse are you?" she laughed. "At most, you're a horse that can be ridden; whether you can fight in battle, heaven only knows."

My heart stirred, and I teased, "Do you want to try?"

After saying this, I got up and walked to her side, reached out to hug her shoulders, and with my other hand, made a move to greet her body.

Huang Weiwei was startled, pushed my hand away, and laughed and scolded, "Get out! Pervert."

At this moment, a woman needs a man to press forward despite the difficulties. Only by pressing forward will she believe that you love her.

I said with a thick face, "Wife, let him feel your tenderness." As I said this, I reached my hand into the back of her neck, stroked her cervical vertebrae, and pressed and massaged slowly.

She trembled, then closed her eyes comfortably. A moment later, she opened them again, melancholy filling her beautiful face.

"Chen Feng, I feel that Xue Bing's coming to pay New Year respects is not about the wine."

"Could she have so many tricks up her sleeve?"

"Can someone who has been with you not have tricks up their sleeve?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means nothing, you know it too."

"I don't know."

"If you don't know, think about it yourself."

"I can't think of it."

"Think hard."

"Even thinking hard, I can't think of it."

"Go to hell." As soon as the words left her mouth, she seemed to feel the serious impropriety. She quickly reached out to cover her own mouth, looked at me pitifully, and whispered, "I didn't mean it."

I smiled bitterly, "It's okay, can scolding someone kill them?"

"Don't be angry!"

"I'm not angry."

"Kiss me."

She closed her eyes slightly, her bright red lips like a delicate flower, waiting for me to kiss her.

I lowered my head, kissed her lips, the tip of my tongue prying open her teeth, and drove straight in.

"Feng, don't leave me," she murmured.

"Don't worry! Even if there is a mountain of knives and a sea of fire ahead, I will take you through it together." My heroic spirit surged, and suddenly a hidden sense of unease welled up in my heart.

Xue Bing's New Year visit, what is her intention?