bestfiction Chapter 544 Freeloading!
Chapter 544 Freeloading!
She said this, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, thinking to herself: That's more like it, at least she took the initiative to say something.
Suddenly he said, "That day... I'll go too."
"You're going too?"
Zhong Yuemin was somewhat surprised, then chuckled.
"What are you going to do? You're not some kind of 'troublemaker.' Besides, back when you were young, you, Zhou Xiaobai, looked down on us 'troublemakers' who were always fighting, chasing girls, and causing trouble. You kept your distance from us and hated us. How come now... you're getting closer to us? Have you changed your ways?"
Zhou Xiaobai rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and went along with what he said:
"How could I not change my ways? I was tricked into marrying you, a notorious troublemaker in Beijing. I didn't just move forward; I was already in a trap."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but laugh. He stretched out his arm and pulled his wife's soft body into his embrace, his hand habitually and gently stroking her slightly protruding belly.
"I promise you, I'll just go and take a look, I won't do anything reckless," he said gently.
“If you don’t want to go, there’s really no need to force yourself to come along. You don’t need to supervise me. You’re pregnant, and it’s noisy and crowded. I’m afraid you’ll get tired.”
Who's watching you?
Zhou Xiaobai turned to face her man and decided to lay her cards on the table.
"Let me be frank with you, I already knew about this gathering. Luo Yun gave me an invitation when she came to see me before, so if I go, I'll be there with a legitimate reason and an invitation, unlike some people who are just 'mooching' off others."
"Is that so?" Zhong Yuemin was taken aback. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Why should I tell you?
Zhou Xiaobai retorted, a hint of smugness in her voice, "Didn't you repeatedly tell me to stay away from Luo Yun and not to get close to her? I was already determined not to go, but since you're going too, then... I'll reluctantly go with you."
Zhong Yuemin was amused by her "confident" yet slightly sly appearance, and reached out to gently pinch her pert nose:
"Okay, my wife is so smart and thoughtful. Go to sleep, it's getting late."
He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, the two lay in each other's arms. Zhong Yuemin held his wife, and the hand that was originally on her lower abdomen moved up rather restlessly and habitually, covering a full and soft spot and gently squeezing it.
Zhou Xiaobai's body trembled slightly, and she let out a very soft, nasal-sounding admonition:
"Hmm...didn't you say you were going to sleep? You're..."
"Sleep,"
Zhong Yuemin leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, "Sleeping like this... is comfortable."
The voice was very low, with a pitiful tone:
"Honey, how long has it been since your man 'ate meat'? And in the future... it will probably be even longer. Eating vegetarian food all the time won't work, my body can't take it. So... I'll take advantage of this and taste some meat. Please... have pity on me."
"You scoundrel!"
Zhou Xiaobai uttered a coquettish remark in the darkness, her cheeks burning, but her body honestly snuggled closer to the man's embrace, slightly adjusting her posture as a tacit consent, letting his restless hand roam over her body... "taking advantage" and "tasting the meat."
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That evening, Zhong Yuemin invited several old friends, including Zheng Tong, Yuan Jun, and Luo Jianguo. All of them were dressed in suits and ties, with shiny leather shoes and neatly combed hair, exuding the air of successful people.
Zhong Yuemin himself was dressed casually in a shirt and pants, with a pair of slightly worn sneakers. He was doing whatever made him comfortable, which made him seem somewhat out of place compared to the other guests who were dressed in sharp suits, evening gowns, and elaborate outfits.
Zheng Tong adjusted his glasses, looked him up and down, and teased, "Yuemin, you're the one who persuaded us to come here, so why are you dressed like a beggar? What, playing dumb to fool us?"
Yuan Jun chimed in with a laugh, "Or... is it that you, Boss Zhong, are really broke? Is Xiaobai really in complete control of the finances? If that's the case, we'll chip in and get you some money. Go buy yourself a decent outfit. We're from the compound, after all; we can't lose face. Look at yourself, standing next to Xiaobai, you look like her servant."
My wife dressed up specially tonight, wearing a decent long dress and light makeup, exuding a gentle and elegant temperament.
Upon hearing this, the group couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Zhong Yuemin wasn't angry; he just smiled and pointed at them:
“You lot are really ungrateful. I’m just being considerate of you. You know, I’m already so handsome. If I didn’t lower myself and dress up like you guys, wouldn’t that put more pressure on you and hurt your self-esteem? You don’t understand my good intentions at all.”
He then remembered something and asked:
"By the way, didn't I tell you all to bring your wives? You're just thinking about how you want to enjoy this free meal?"
Zheng Tong said, "My wife has to prepare for tomorrow's lesson, she doesn't have time!"
"My partner is the same, he can't leave work...!"
"Wife, let's go, they'll miss out," Zhong Yuemin said without saying much, reaching out to grab her hand and deliberately speaking loudly.
"Your man is taking you to eat for free!"
Zhou Xiaobai rolled her eyes at him, but smiled as she let her man pull her into the hotel. Zheng Tong, Yuan Jun, and the others followed behind, casting disdainful glances before laughing and joining in.
The banquet hall upstairs was brightly lit and decorated in a very grand manner.
When they arrived, there were already quite a few people inside, gathered in twos and threes, holding wine glasses, chatting and laughing. Looking around, all the men and women were dressed in their finest clothes, their hair swaying in the breeze.
Zhong Yuemin, Yuan Jun, and Zheng Tong were all well-known figures in the local slums of Beijing back then. Zhong Yuemin, in particular, was not only recognized as the "leader" of the slums, but also a combat hero who captured an enemy division commander during the southern counterattack. He was famous and by no means an unknown person.
Their arrival immediately attracted attention, with many acquaintances and old friends recognizing them and warmly greeting them.
"Yuemin, you're finally here! What are you dressed like? Did you just get off work and come straight here?" The question was half-joking, half-serious.
"Yuan Jun, I heard you've made something of yourself these days, going abroad as a military attaché? Flying all over the world, you'd better look after us old buddies in the future!"
"Oh, isn't this Teacher Zheng? I've heard your knowledge is growing ever more extensive..."