"No, I didn’t!" Sheng Ning tidied up the plates, and An’an took them to the kitchen to wash.
Since his sister-in-law was visiting, Xu Qigang went to take a shower after dinner. Usually, he could finish in ten minutes, but today he took a full half hour. He went straight back to the room afterward.
Having a little girl at ho, it’s too inconvenient!
After Sheng Ning and An’an finished tidying up together, they returned the table they borrowed from Captain Wu’s house next door. When they ca back, it was already ten o’clock. There were still many things to do tomorrow, so after An’an took a shower and was arranged to sleep, Sheng Ning was the last one to take a shower.
By the ti she ca out of the bathroom, it was almost eleven o’clock, and she returned to the room with a slight scent of alcohol.
She frowned slightly, thinking, could he have been drinking?
Thinking it over, she realized it made sense. How could a man not drink at dinner? At that ti, she had prepared several bottles of white wine in advance, and when they cleaned up, they were all empty bottles.
There was no movent on the bed, so she guessed he was asleep. Despite being a little upset, she couldn’t bring herself to wake him up.
Changing into comfortable pajamas, Sheng Ning quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down on the bed. The man beside her, familiar and steady, made Sheng Ning turn on her side and gaze at him intently.
Xu Qigang’s ears twitched slightly, and under her gaze, his cheeks unconsciously redden even more.
Suddenly, he felt the little woman beside him get up, and then... her soft lips fell on his chest.
Xu Qigang’s pupils suddenly constricted as Xiao Ning kissed him, her lips ticulously planting kisses all over his chest.
This silent and restrained man, as steadfast as a mountain, found his eyes slowly turning moist for the first ti in his life.
*******
The news of Zhou Yuan’s suicide spread like wildfire the next day, and even more surprising was that One Weekly, which had been silent for so ti, had made a strong coback.
A brand-new layout, the latest trendy cover girl, and the sharpest writing. One Weekly covered a wide range of content, including fashion, sports, gossip, and current affairs.
There were articles from foreign fashion masters, analyzing international trends from an exclusive perspective. In the eighties mainland, this was nothing short of an anomaly, a legendary beginning.
Although it didn’t contain photographs as revealing as the first exposé of Shen Yu and Bai Tian’e, it was even more captivating.
Moreover, there was an article exposing the secrets of wealthy families. The stories were written with twists and turns, exciting and colorful. It covered cheating, adopted daughters, real and fake heiresses, involving three generations of family feuds.
Another article was even more exciting, about a stunning little nurse, unwilling to stay lonely, seducing an iron-willed comrade.
The magazine sold out imdiately upon release.
The stories were obvious to anyone with keen eyesight; fortunately, Zhou Yuan had committed suicide, as things had escalated beyond re disgrace. Once a person is gone, everything else disappears, so the first story didn’t elicit much reaction.
Instead, it was the second story, rushed at the last minute, and fortunately penned by Xu Mo himself. His talent, it seed, could be felt through the paper.
Such flair, such eloquence, perhaps was nothing more than this.
ng Ping sat in his office, savoring the magazine. It was well worth the heavy investnt he made, daring, imaginative.
Xu Mo sat in front of him, nervously observing the changes in his expression. Seeing ng Ping’s frown relax, Xu Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, he finally didn’t have to be sent to the Detention Room anymore, a dreadful place he never wanted to revisit in his entire life.
"Boss, are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied, very satisfied. I’ll give you a raise this month, no, double salary." He was that generous of a boss, never stingy.
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