Baby darling

  Chen Sang called to say she had something to tell me, and it was still early in the morning! I was pinned down by my quilt, only able to stretch out my hand to grab the phone. I spoke in a low voice, and my quilt got annoyed and scolded me to death.

  On the other end of the phone, Chen Sang was silent for a moment before saying "Let's meet up later" and hung up.

  The tyrant turned around, his hands and feet were all pressed on me, grandma, it's like I'm being hugged to death! I didn't feel intimate at all, but rather extremely uncomfortable.

  I held it in for a while, then got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to take off my pants and solve the three urgent problems. When I came out of the bathroom, Bawang was already awake, leaning against the bed smoking, with smoke swirling around him.

  I told him I was going out, he ignored me. So I sat in front of the dresser to put on makeup, first toner, then essence oil... I just wanted to pick up blush when the tyrant's gaze fell on me, and he said "You women make your faces look like a monkey's red butt, what's so good about that? Layer after layer of thick foundation, it's really like painting walls."

  I heard Ba Wang's metaphor, and I was speechless. My hand stretched out and then withdrew. Over the years, due to work reasons, I've gotten used to wearing heavy makeup, and in my daily life, I also wear relatively thick light makeup. Once I put on a light red lip color, I don't apply anything else to my face.

  Normally used to makeup, now looking at myself in the mirror, I'm very unaccustomed to it, just feel ugly and lack spirit.

  The overlord got out of bed and came to the dresser, lifted my chin and sized me up, saying that I had finally returned to normal. Obviously it's a good face, but you have to mess it up so that people don't look like people and ghosts don't look like ghosts. I really don't know what you women are thinking in your brains.

  Is this a compliment from the king? I'd rather he said nothing. What's the point of being human if you don't look like one, and what's the point of being a ghost if you don't look like one? Does he even know how to appreciate fashion?! He's just a big, uncouth country bumpkin.

  The overlord let go of his hand and sat on the dresser, he reached out to grab the messy hair and ordered it to be tied up, saying that just looking at it was a waste, all messy.

  Who do you think you are? Mind your own business!

  I'm too lazy to bother with him, I get up and want to leave, but his hand is still tightly grasping my hair, my scalp is numb. I don't know what nerve he's touched, daring to give me a defiant look. He takes a drag on his cigarette and blows smoke in my face, I'm about to go crazy.

  Pick up a hair tie at will, pick up the hair and tie it up. The overlord took a look, nodded, and walked towards the bathroom, saying before leaving, if you dare to let it down, you're dead for sure.

  What's wrong with him, has he gone crazy or something? He was acting weird early in the morning. I'm too lazy to think about it anymore, so I put my phone in my bag and headed out.

  We agreed to have breakfast together at Haiwang Fishing Port. As soon as I came in, I saw Chen Sang leaning against the table and chair making a phone call. Most of the seats were already occupied, but among the dense crowd, I still recognized Chen Sang at a glance. She was indeed beautiful enough to be eye-catching.

  I walked up and shouted, she widened her eyes, as if she didn't recognize me. I asked her what was wrong. She raised her hand and pointed at my head, saying how did you become like this, don't you look in the mirror when you go out?

  I naturally know what Chen Sang means. I'm almost a clear broth with noodles, still wearing pigtails and casual clothes, which can completely pass off as a university student.

  I said I couldn't help myself either, nodding towards the middle-aged woman standing not far away. I was also thinking when I could get rid of this kind of prisoner's life.

  Chen Sang furrowed her brow and asked if I was spending the night with Bawang, I nodded, she shook her head, then started rummaging through her bag, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She asked me, what's going on between you two?

  I naturally understand what Chen Sang means, I say that I am clear about my identity, whether I am or am not a lady's identity, it is all the plaything of the overlord.

  The tyrant is occasionally gentle, just like last night, speaking nicely, that's just him having nothing to do, playing with tender feelings, acting out a romantic drama, and many men even ask the ladies to play their wives! But we understand in our hearts that acting is just acting, whoever takes it as reality is a complete fool, I'm not clever, but not foolish either.

  Chen Sang looked at me and said, you know that's all. Xiao Wen, I can understand, a woman and a man who have been together for a long time will inevitably develop some feelings, but you also need to be clear, this thing called love, we can't afford it, nor can we give it.

  I smiled and told Chen Sang, then opened the menu to start ordering. Chen Sang's appetite had never been good, previously it was to maintain her figure, later her appetite became smaller. She raised her head and told me that she asked Ah Guang to investigate, it turned out that ten years ago in N city there was an official surnamed Song who served as the mayor, after four years he was promoted.

  Although N city is not a first-tier city, it is the provincial capital after all. I'm not clear whether the official with the surname Song in Chen Sang's mouth is the father of Song Mu-zhi or not, but everything is so coincidental that I have to suspect.

  I swallowed the char siu bao too quickly and choked, coughing non-stop. Chen Sang poured water for me and handed me a paper towel, patting my back and scolding, "Why do you eat so fast? No one is competing with you."

  I looked too disheveled, the lady at the next table wrinkled her brow and moved her plate to the side. After taking a big gulp of water, I finally caught my breath, Chen Sang asked me if I was thinking of something, I shook my head and said no.

  Now I only found the mayor of the provincial capital, who is next, I don't know and dare not to know. It turns out that the Overlord was right, even if I really knew the truth about things, it would be useless.

  I didn't want to drag Chen Sang into this, so I told him not to investigate further. Chen Sang is a clever person and naturally understood the severity of the situation. She comforted me for a few sentences before changing the subject, saying that her modeling company had been established and that their signature "tender model" was very popular in Hong Kong recently.

  What is called a tender model is just to package women better, for the entertainment of wealthy and powerful people. Once Chen Sang made up her mind about what she wanted to do, no one could change her mind.

  I can only advise her to be careful, Chen Sang told me that she also knows what kind of person Wen Xin is. She helps Wen Xin with his work and will definitely leave some chips for herself, so I should rest assured.

  I saw a deliberately disguised ease on her face, even if she really had chips, it was just hitting the stone with an egg, and if she could resist, she wouldn't knowingly go into the mountains where there were tigers.

  Chen Sang received a phone call and had to go out to take care of something. Chen Sang and I said our goodbyes, and as she was leaving, she reached out and hugged me tightly. She whispered in my ear, "Little Wen, I've seen too many men, and I'm all too clear about the bad habits they have deep down. They like excitement, conquest, especially those with money and power. Women are just their playthings. Don't think that even if Li Ying is really good to you, it's just because he's infatuated with you for now. Once he gets bored, he'll discard you like trash."

  Chen Sang's words were like a sharp needle, piercing my heart, it was indeed painful, but it made me exceptionally clear-headed. Ah! When people get along for a long time, they will naturally produce feelings. My mouth can always say those grandiose and pretentious words, but won't my heart be touched at all?

  I patted Chen Sang's head and said I understood, seeing her off as she left, then got on the car. The middle-aged woman turned around to look at me, telling me that Ba Wang had asked her to take me somewhere.

  The middle-aged woman finally took the initiative to talk to me, I curiously asked her if she was a soldier, she remained silent and drove carefully. Okay! Since she didn't want to chat with me, I could only sit honestly.

  The car drove into a local famous hot spring resort, and the middle-aged woman took me in. She made a phone call, and the waiter took me to the changing room to change my swimsuit.

  ***, I think the boss is crazy, I'm having my period! How can I soak in a hot spring? I blushed and explained to the waitress, she ran out and soon brought back something that looked like a machine gun, I've never seen a pig run, but I've seen pork before! I knew it was a sanitary napkin holder, but I'd never used one before!

  I gritted my teeth and stuffed the first one in, but the cotton balls got all bunched up and ruined. The second one was only partially inserted when the cotton fell out, making me furious. The service staff outside were so anxious that they asked to come in and help me several times before I finally managed to get it in.

  The waiter led me into the indoor hot spring, where there were seven or eight people. The women were all young and beautiful, while most of the men were in their 40s or 50s, either with big bellies or a Mediterranean look.

  I saw the tyrant lying on a hot spring pool lounge chair, with a pretty girl sitting beside him fanning him. I thought that scene was just like an old master and his servant on TV. He already had a beauty by his side, yet he called me over, did he want to have two people serving him?

  I saw him with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and hesitated whether to call him. He opened his eyes and saw me. The beautiful woman got up and jumped into another man's arms. The tyrant patted the position beside him, indicating for me to sit down.

  Although somewhat reluctantly, I sat down obediently, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to sleep on the recliner. I frowned, very unaccustomed to him being affectionate with me in front of everyone, he pinched my face and called me baby.

  As soon as I heard his emphasis, I felt a chill run down my spine, and it was really disgusting. A middle-aged man came out of the water with a big smile on his face, looked at me and said to the tyrant, "I thought you were Liu Xiahui who remained unmoved in the midst of temptation, but it turns out that you had been thinking about this all along."

  The overlord smiled and pinched my cheek, saying that men can't lack good wine, beautiful women, and luxury cars. Others burst out laughing, and the Mediterranean man, while caressing the fullness of the woman in his arms, said that life is short, so one should enjoy it, a typical image of a nouveau riche.

  The man, with his legs crossed, talked about tariffs. He said that the people of this country are all inward and outward, everything is good from abroad. In recent years, the tax on imported cars has been too high, so the price of cars had to be raised, which made their sales volume decrease, now it's hard to do business.

  I took a surreptitious glance at the man, and he looked familiar, but I just couldn't recall his name. The tyrant said "Ah!" while smoking.

  I think middle-aged men are talking about more than just car taxes! These old guys are just troublemakers.