Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

a long time.

Yang Che said softly, "Come with me."

Wang Fei looked at his bright red lips, smiled, glanced at him and shook her head, then looked away and said softly, "You should come with me."

Yang Che thought about it and realized it made sense. With this guy's influence, if he were to appear at a hotel with him... how could he possibly live a normal life?

So the two of them didn't greet the group of people, made a phone call to the driver, got into the car through the back door, and headed straight for No. 18 Jiudushan Road, which is also her only residence in Gangcheng now, Baosongyuan.

I was in a Toyota, and the driver, who was in his forties, was very competent and didn't look back once from beginning to end.

After getting into the car, Wang Fei was no longer as proactive as she had been in the private room. She stared blankly at the curtains drawn in the car window, her profile illuminated by the streetlights outside.

Yang Che felt this scene was very cinematic. He reached out and took her hand. She trembled slightly but didn't pull away. Instead, she turned to look at him and said, "Let's not go to bed together."

Many people have encountered this situation.

What should we do in this situation?

Respect the other person's opinion and don't get entangled? Or put pressure on them with phrases like "We're already here" or "Didn't you say you'd agree?" Or should you be a mature man like Yang Che?

Yang Che gently squeezed her hand: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Fei shook his head, looked away, and remained silent.

Yang Che gave a forced smile: "It's alright, let me take you home first, okay?"

Wang Fei looked at him and nodded.

The two didn't speak after that, but just held hands. Yang Che could feel her pulse; her heart was beating very fast.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Women are always like this; even when they're already smitten, they still have to hold back, even if she's Wang Fei, who's all talk and no action.

Yang Che thought to himself: I'm going to beat your ass until it's bruised and battered later.

Yeah, how could Yang Che possibly be a "nice guy"? He couldn't even be one in front of the goddess. Being a "nice guy" is something that happens after he's been with her; before that, he has to use all sorts of tricks...

Just like giving the other person a way out, telling them, "I don't think you're a casual person."

Time flew by; the seventeen or eighteen-minute drive seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

The car drove directly into the yard.

After Wang Fei got out of the car, he was about to speak when he saw that Wang Fei had already gotten out of the car and was looking at the villa with great interest.

When did you buy it?

"I don't want to talk about this."

Wang Fei rolled her eyes, and suddenly became lively.

Yang Che chuckled and, completely oblivious to the situation, asked, "How much did you lose? Half of it?"

Wang Fei glared at him: "You're especially annoying right now."

Yang Che just smiled and said, "You're especially cute right now."

Wang Fei was taken aback, then turned his head and pointed to the car: "You can go now. Tell the driver where you're going."

Yang Che turned around and called out, "Master, you should go. My girlfriend won't let me leave."

Wang Fei opened his mouth, stamped his foot, turned around and walked towards the door. Yang Che's mouth was almost stretched to his ears with a grin. He paused for a moment and then quickly followed.

The driver, expressionless, glanced at the two people out of the corner of his eye, watched them enter the house, then close the door, waited for 3 minutes, and then pressed the button to close the car door and leave Wang Fei's house.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Yang Che had already kissed Wang Fei for a while under the watchful eye of the nanny, Wang Xiufang, before carrying her upstairs with her face buried in his neck.

As he stepped onto the stairs, Wang Fei reminded him to keep quiet.

"Is Tongtong here?"

"Um."

Which room?

"this."

Yang Che strode forward.

Wang Fei panicked: "What are you doing? That's Tongtong's room. My room is diagonally across from it, over there."

Yang Che, who hadn't felt awkward all night, was now embarrassed. In a fit of anger and embarrassment, he stretched out a hand.

"Snapped!"

"Ugh~ You're going to die."

Yang Che could clearly feel her tremble; not only her body trembled, but her voice also trembled.

So he raised his hand again, this time with even more force.

"Ah~ um..."

Wang Fei trembled even more violently and bit down on his shoulder.

Yang Che immediately grimaced, but feeling her body temperature suddenly rise, he felt a greater sense of accomplishment than when he had taken Gao Yuanyuan's virginity.

He confirmed that his assessment of Wang Fei was accurate.

This is a characteristic of many strong women: they withstand all the storms in front of others and make all the decisions themselves. But behind closed doors, they just want to unload their burdens, not have to think, not have to be strong, and obediently be led.

This is also reflected in another time and space. When Nicholas Tse was just 20 years old, he got a wing tattoo on his waist. This was actually even more irrational. You can tell by the fact that she never wore a short top again after that. But at that time, she just didn't want to be rational.

They opened the door, went through the entryway and the dressing room, and then the two of them fell straight onto the bed and kissed passionately.

Unbeknownst to them, the two had become completely open and honest with each other.

Wang Fei bit her lip and slapped his arm, saying irritably, "What's so interesting about it!"

Yang Che looked up at her and said, "You look beautiful, just like your nose, all plump and cute."

Wang Fei's face was so red it was almost bleeding, and she gritted her teeth: "What exactly are you... Ah! Are you going to die! Uh..."

Yang Che had already bent down and asked with a smile, "Is it all the way to the bottom?"

Wang Fei frowned, turned her head away, closed her eyes, and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

"Old Wang..."

Wang Fei turned to look at him resentfully: "Why do you keep such a gossip? Are you going to do it or not?"

Yang Che's expression changed drastically: "Damn it, I was thinking of confessing my feelings or something, but I've found out you're just a jerk."

"Um.."

"Damn it!"

Yang Che gritted his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Wang Fei sensed something, and the tigress instantly turned into a little lamb.

And so the two of them continued their back-and-forth, pulling and tugging, for who knows how long or how much, without ever getting tired, as if tomorrow were the end of the world.

Wang Xiufang, who was in the nanny's room on the first floor, couldn't sleep. She felt that Afei must have followed the advice of that Shangshan Shine and found a gigolo, no, a gigolo among gigolos.

While I was somewhat relieved that she had come to this realization, I also felt a pang of pity. There was no need for her to torture herself like this; her voice was hoarse, wasn't she worried about waking Tongtong...?

"Finally, it's quiet."

Wang Xiufang opened her sore eyes, glanced at the night-shining alarm clock by her bedside, and saw it was already 2:40. She then turned over, sighed, and went back to sleep.

Upstairs, Wang Fei closed his eyes, breathing softly, not wanting to move a finger. Once his breathing calmed down, he actually fell asleep.

Yang Che also closed his eyes, but he felt a warm current in his waist and lower abdomen. The feeling was extremely strong, almost as strong as Gao Yuanyuan's and the little fat boy's first time.

She is a woman of exceptional talent and natural grace.

This is unique in the world.

Once he felt completely relaxed, Yang Che yawned, feeling sleepy. He gently placed his hand on her waist and fell asleep.

PS: Previous experience has taught me that every female character I write will have readers who are dissatisfied and drop out of the book, and the same goes for original female characters.

Therefore, in this situation, all I can do is to make each character as well-developed as possible, to research the information as thoroughly as possible, and to match the characters as closely as possible to the real people rather than the general public's online impressions.

I'll try my best to avoid writing characters that might cause a major disaster, such as Qin Lan, who was cut, and Zeng Li, who seriously dragged the story down in the previous book...

Because when the public's online impression differs greatly from what the author has verified through various sources, it becomes impossible to continue writing about this person.

Therefore, I will not change the characters based on the opinions of any particular reader, because I believe that I have a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of the information than most readers.

As for those who can't accept a particular character, don't be upset. Let's part ways amicably. There are plenty of high-scoring works on this platform, so there's no need to get hung up on this 5.6-rated book.

The royalties for this book don't even cover the cost of the tea I drank while writing it... so I'm not kidding when I say I've been working for love.