Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

As mentioned earlier, women are more attracted to men with darker personalities during ovulation because they are more genetically superior, adventurous, and sexually attractive.

Kind-hearted people are often humble and have a low sense of unworthiness. They tend to be self-deprecating, feeling unworthy of good people, things, and experiences. They shy away from opportunities, overly rely on external validation, and may even develop a people-pleasing personality.

However, many villains and scumbags have an extremely high sense of entitlement, thinking they are invincible. They are highly proactive in whatever they do, and they can always find good people in the crowd because villains/scumbags cannot extract any value from their own kind.

Therefore, the saying "a good man has no good wife, while a bad man marries a beautiful woman" is essentially a case of the wicked oppressing the good.

What I'm trying to say is that everyone should feel more worthy of each other.

How do we do it?

The first step is self-acceptance, which means objectively evaluating yourself, finding your strengths, and accepting your imperfections.

The second step is cognitive restructuring. You need to understand that your past bad experiences and failures are not entirely your fault.

The third step is to take action. Without action, there will be no results; as long as you take action, there is a 50% chance of success.

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Cheng Hong pushed his face away, avoiding his lower body as much as possible, her face fierce but her heart pounding: "If you keep doing this, I'll scream."

Yang Che hugged her waist earnestly and said, "Sister Hong, I just want to hug you, kiss you, and talk to you. I have no other requests."

Cheng Hong pursed her lips, which were red from congestion, and gently coaxed her while prying the hands off her waist, "Sit back down first. What if someone comes in? Would I live?"

She was genuinely afraid that he was young and vigorous, unable to control his desires, and would do something reckless here...

As Yang Che loosened his grip, he pecked her lips again; they were bright red and very tempting.

Yang Che sat down across from him in a chair.

Cheng Hong turned her back to straighten her clothes, glancing back at him occasionally.

"Alright, stop glaring. This really isn't all my fault."

"What? Is it wrong for me to be good-looking?"

We've come this far, can you stop being so formal?

Of course, you can't say such things at this time. No matter how old a woman is, she is still a woman. Besides, this woman has been hailed as the most beautiful woman in mainland China for many years, and she has a very high opinion of herself and is very thin-skinned.

Besides, we haven't really won it yet.

Yang Che picked up his cutlery, took another bite, and mumbled, "Cheng Hong, I like you. It's not just because of your looks or your celebrity status. I can't explain it, but I just like you."

Cheng Hong didn't interrupt. After sitting down, she glanced at him and then looked away.

Yang Che knew that this was a married woman's sense of transgression, guilt, shame, and nervousness, but the changes in her eyes and body just now were undeniable.

So he continued, "I don't want anything from you—money, resources, your body..."

Cheng Hong suddenly turned her head, her expression incredibly vivid, as if she had heard something utterly absurd, and she felt both disgusted and contemptuous.

Yang Che remained unmoved, raising his head with utmost seriousness: "Don't look at me like that. I'm talking about my emotional choices and inner experiences, regardless of whether you respond or accept them."

Cheng Hong narrowed her eyes and scoffed, "My love for you is none of your business, is it?"

Yang Che nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's the idea."

Cheng Hong couldn't take it anymore, so she picked up her chopsticks and threw them at him: "You're shameless! You're better at taking off your bra than I am, and now you're saying things like that."

Yang Che said without a hint of guilt, "What's wrong with following my heart? You didn't say I couldn't kiss you back then."

"You...you're such a scoundrel, I can't be bothered to talk to you."

Cheng Hong grabbed her bag and stood up; she was about to leave.

"If you go out like this, doesn't it just prove that something's wrong? Wait for me, I'll finish eating soon."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Hong paused, then continued walking towards the door.

Well, that's quite the tsundere.

Yang Che had no choice but to get up, take two steps behind her, grab her hand and pull her back to her seat with a little force.

Cheng Hong symbolically struggled twice, then let him hold her. Her moment of relaxation spoke volumes, and there was no need to say anything more.

Yes, what else is there to say? When have I ever truly resisted it?

After that, the private room fell silent.

He strutting around with his food, while she ate slowly and deliberately. Their communication consisted entirely of occasional glances, a game of cat and mouse, like a silent film.

After the meal, Yang Che paid the bill, which was 320 yuan.

In the elevator, Cheng Hong said, "I'm going to rest at a hotel near the airport. What about you?"

"I..."

Yang Che had just started to speak when Cheng Hong interrupted him, saying, "Don't think nonsense."

Yang Che glanced at her sideways: "You shouldn't have brought it up, but now that you've mentioned it, how can I not think about it? But it's not like it's just the two of us."

Cheng Hong gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but when he exited the elevator in basement level two, he kicked his shin.

Yang Che didn't take it seriously, turned around and patted the door, saying, "You have to book another room for me, I usually take a nap during the day."

Cheng Hong nodded, and then the two got into the bullet train. Xiao Zhou had been waiting for half an hour.

After getting into the car, Cheng Hong said to Xiao Qiu in the passenger seat, "Xiao Qiu, book another room for a few hours."

"OK."

Yang Che looked at Xiao Qiu's swaying ponytail and said with a smile, "Thank you, Sister Hong. Thank you for your help, Sister Xiao Qiu."

Xiao Qiu turned around and smiled, then turned back and started making a phone call.

Cheng Hong smiled as she had in the morning and said, "You're welcome. Just pay me for the room later."

"Haha, okay."

Yang Che responded and glanced at her.

Woman, you're being a bit too deliberate.

However, neither Xiao Zhou nor Xiao Qiu showed any change in expression on their profiles, clearly indicating that Yang Che was hiding something and was therefore overly suspicious. Look at Cheng Hong, who was acting as if nothing was wrong and was even making a soft-spoken phone call.

Damn, she's on the phone with Kai, tsk tsk, so gentle.

After asking about the children, I asked about Brother Kai. We reported on our work and then expressed our longing for each other. We chatted for five or six minutes before hanging up.

Yang Che was already feigning sleep, but he had also heard a crucial piece of information: Brother Kai was not in Beijing.

This made Cheng Hong both smug and somewhat annoyed. He was smug, but he pretended to be asleep because he was annoyed, and he was also annoyed because he was pretending to be asleep so no one could see the annoyance on his face.

Women always want both.

The car arrived at the hotel at 2:30 p.m.

Yang Che shook hands with Xiao Zhou to say goodbye. He didn't say anything more, but they exchanged contact information.

Then, after entering the hotel lobby and receiving the room key from Xiao Qiu, Yang Che realized that Xiao Qiu hadn't entered the elevator. He had just mentioned that they would meet in the lobby downstairs at 4:30.

Then Yang Che didn't even go into his own room. Instead, he resorted to shameless harassment and threats in public, such as, "Otherwise, I'll carry you into my room..."

In fact, Yang Che felt that Cheng Hong was deliberately giving himself a reason that "he was forcing me".