Hong Kong Entertainment 1979: A Beating Up the Manager at the Start

Under Li Jiangbo's passionate kiss, Rosamund Kwan let out a soft moan and collapsed into his arms.

She felt her mind go blank. Although she had been wearing high heels and dating boys since she was fourteen, she had never kissed anyone!

Now she only had one thought in mind—so this is what kissing feels like!

It was better than she had imagined, much better!

Li Jiangbo's hand slid down from her waist and touched the thin layer of black stockings.

Rosamund Kwan felt a jolt of cold as if she had been electrocuted, and shrank further into Li Jiangbo's arms.

"Boss..."

Before Li Jiangbo could speak, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground could be heard in the distance.

Li Jiangbo put his index finger to his lips, signaling to Guan Zhilin not to speak.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew closer and closer, until it reached the door of the conference room.

Rosamund Kwan leaned against Li Jiangbo's chest, barely daring to breathe. Yet, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat and Li Jiangbo's heartbeat.

The sound, "plop, plop...", was just like a symphony.

It was absolutely thrilling!

Their hearts raced even faster as the doorknob of the conference room turned!

The person who came tried to turn the doorknob twice, but found that it wouldn't budge.

"What the hell! Which idiot locked the conference room door?"

Rosamund Kwan and Li Jiangbo exchanged a knowing smile, their expressions suggesting a possible affair.

They could imagine the person at the door, looking furious.

The person at the door stamped their foot again, "No! We have to ask Uncle Li for the key, the meeting is about to start..."

Then, another set of footsteps sounded, but the sound grew farther and farther away.

Li Jiangbo looked down at the delicate beauty in his arms and sighed inwardly: She is truly a feast for the eyes!

He slowly leaned closer to Rosamund Kwan's ear and whispered, "Let's go outside, it wouldn't be good if we got caught red-handed."

Rosamund Kwan's face turned even redder. She wrapped her arms around Li Jiangbo's neck, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear.

"Boss, I'll do whatever you say."

After tidying their clothes in the conference room, the two quietly opened the door and slipped out.

A short while later, the person who had just gone to ask for the key arrived at the conference room door and turned the key.

But she found the door unlocked, which puzzled her greatly, as the door had been locked just now!

At this moment, the two culprits had already gotten into Li Jiangbo's car and arrived at the hotel.

1980 9 Month 27 Day.

Rosamund Kwan is sick, very sick.

When questioned by Chung Chor-hung and Mui Yip, who had come to collect the soft drinks, Chu Lin simply said that Rosamund Kwan's illness was rather sudden and unusual.

What's so special about it? It's the symptoms: swollen lips and a dry throat that makes it impossible to speak normally.

The patient experienced weakness in all four limbs, difficulty walking, and symptoms such as dehydration.

Chung Chor-hung and Anita Mui were completely baffled. What kind of illness was this? And how could it have these symptoms?

Zhu Lin didn't mention that Miss Guan was talking in her sleep in the middle of the night, repeatedly calling out, "Da! Da!"

Zhu Lin felt like he had heard those words somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place them.

When the three arrived at the conference room, people were carrying boxes into the room.

When Li Jiangbo saw the people arrive, he threw each of them a can of Bingfeng so they could try it.

Everyone opened their sodas and started drinking.

"Hmm, this tastes a bit like cola, but it's not quite the same," Mei Yanfang said after taking a sip.

Zhu Lin nodded. "It tastes better than those foreign sodas."

Chung Chor-hung, on the other hand, gulped down a can of soda like a cow, then let out a satisfied burp.

She said shyly, "I think it tastes pretty good, it's sweet and sour."

Li Jiangbo smiled and said, "Okay, as long as it tastes good. You guys need to get busy starting tomorrow; do the promotion if necessary."

The three nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

"That's settled then. You guys contact General Manager Pan and remember to pick up a few boxes when you get back."

Zhu Lin, who was standing nearby, whispered, "Boss, Jia Hui is sick. Can I collect the money on her behalf?"

Li Jiangbo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Okay, if you can't carry it, I'll have Awei help you."

The three women nodded, without refusing.

Led by Zhu Lin, Awei carried two cases of soda to Guan Zhilin and Zhu Lin's dormitory.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhu Lin instructed Awei to put the soda aside before going into Rosamund Kwan's room.

Seeing that everything was alright, Awei quietly left, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door opened, Rosamund Kwan's little head peeked out from under the covers, but when she saw it was Zhu Lin, she shrank back inside.

"Jiahui, I brought back your soda and also asked your boss for a day off."

A hand stretched out from under the covers and made a couple of random gestures in the air.

Zhu Lin got up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him.

Rosamund Kwan gripped the water glass, lifted the lid, and gulped down the water. However, she drank too quickly and choked a few times.

Zhu Lin was busy patting Rosamund Kwan's back when he accidentally saw a red mark on her collarbone.

"Drink slowly, look how impatient you are."

Rosamund Kwan recovered, drank the water in her glass in one gulp, and then wiped her mouth.

"Where are the two of them?"

"I went to the company to practice singing." Zhu Lin paused. "I have something to ask you."

"Go ahead and ask."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhu Lin said, "Last night, when I got up to use the bathroom, I heard you talking in your sleep."

Rosamund Kwan immediately felt her cheeks burning and her speech became somewhat unnatural.

"What...what did you say?"

"Delta!"

Rosamund Kwan paused for two seconds, then shrank into the blanket, but Zhu Lin beat her to it and snatched the blanket away.

"Don't hide. What does that word mean? Why did you say it?"

Rosamund Kwan tried to pull it a couple of times, but couldn't budge it, so she gave up.

"I don't know either."

Zhu Lin was dumbfounded. "You don't know why you shouted? Were you dreaming?"

Rosamund Kwan lowered her head, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito buzzing.

"It's...it's at that moment...I just couldn't help but shout it out..."

Zhu Lin's face flushed instantly, and her voice unconsciously softened.

"Wh...when?"

Rosamund Kwan suddenly looked up, a smug smile on her face.

"It was during that time with the boss!"

Zhu Lin was stunned. Was this something she could hear? Now she knew more and more, such as Sister Pan and the boss, Jia Hui and the boss, and the rumored Sister Zhi and the boss.

She always felt that her boss would be ruthless towards her.

Rosamund Kwan was still muttering to herself.

"The boss was incredibly tough; he held me for half an hour. And his family members were amazing too; they were so gentle and approachable."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin couldn't help but ask, "Then... then why did you shout 'Da'?"

Rosamund Kwan covered her face, not daring to look at Zhu Lin. "He...he told me to shout!"

Their conversations became increasingly risqué and gossipy.

Rosamund Kwan's voice grew increasingly hoarse, and Zhu Lin still wanted to hear what she had to say.

Rosamund Kwan said helplessly, "Sister Lin, if you're so eager to know, why don't you just try it yourself?"

Zhu Lin punched Rosamund Kwan, "What did you say?!"

"I'm telling the truth! Look, the boss has connections with Sister Pan and Sister Zhi, and now I'm on top of that. I'm all alone and powerless..."

"Look how nice the boss is. Mr. Zhao is the company's operations director, and Mr. Pan is the artist director. I might even be able to get some kind of position! Besides, you've been divorced, so you're not at a disadvantage."

Zhu Lin stomped her foot and said, "Jia Hui, I'm not talking to you anymore."

After saying that, he went back to his own house.

Rosamund Kwan rolled her eyes at Zhu Lin, shrugged, and went to bed.

I'll get used to it again tomorrow morning.