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Xia Yan could also cook, which was something Fei Hu had not expected. In a short while, Xia Yan brought out five or six dishes, one of which was rabbit meat. This was something he had eaten years ago; nowadays, most of the meat came from farmed animals and lacked that flavor. According to Xia Yan, her father had specifically hunted it for her.
It was rare for the old man to be so kind, so Fei Hu began to eat without waiting for Xia Yan to invite him. The taste was truly authentic, and he enjoyed it immensely. Xia Yan took out a bottle of vintage Jian Nan Chun from the cabinet and smiled, saying, "With good food, we must have good wine. Come on, let’s drink."
Fei Hu initially intended to decline. He knew that while alcohol could be a good thing, drinking alone with a woman could lead to complications. So he hesitated and did not take the glass. Xia Yan placed the wine glass on the table and said somewhat displeased, "What? Are you afraid I’ll poison you?"
"That's not it; I'm just worried about losing control after drinking," Fei Hu blurted out his inner thoughts in a rush.
Xia Yan rolled her eyes at him and said, "I’m starting to doubt whether you’re a man. How can you think like that? You’re afraid of drinking with a woman first? If this gets out, won’t you be embarrassed? I’m unmarried, and so are you." Saying this, she downed her glass in one go, looking very bold.
The aroma of the wine was already tempting Fei Hu. Being provoked by Xia Yan made him feel pressured as a man; they often cared about their pride in front of women. He couldn’t stand being called less than a man either. He grabbed the bottle from the table and drank it all in one go, matching Xia Yan's bravado.
"Come on, pour me some more. Let’s talk about why you invited me for dinner today. Just say it! If we drink too much later, it won’t matter," Fei Hu said as he propped one foot up on the sofa, pretending to be ready for a big drinking session.
Only then did a smile appear on Xia Yan's face. She softly said, "That’s more like it! Feel free here; don’t pretend to be some gentleman. This society is full of hypocrites who act righteous but are all just thieves at heart. I can’t stand people like that. You’re completely different from them; I like that about you. Why do you always avoid me? Inviting you for a meal shouldn’t have to mean anything else," she added as she downed another glass.
Fei Hu wanted to be generous again but misjudged the situation this time. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he poured himself another glass without saying anything and drank it down. This led to a competition between Xia Yan and Fei Hu—one glass for each of them—until the bottle was nearly empty.
"Honestly, why did you deliberately ignore my calls the other day? Do you look down on someone like me?" Xia Yan asked intently, clearly having had a bit too much to drink.
Fei Hu chuckled and replied, "You’re not holding up well but still trying to act tough. I’ll drink for you later. It wasn’t that I ignored your calls; I was out accompanying someone to Great Forest. You know that place? You don’t need a phone there; even if you bring one, it’s useless." As he spoke, Fei Hu realized he too was starting to slur his words.
The aged wine that had been stored for many years was fragrant and smooth, going down easily. Slowly, the aftereffects began to kick in. Xia Yan's forehead started to bead with sweat. A bold woman, she removed her nightgown in front of Fei Hu, wearing only a red bra. She propped her feet up on the sofa and laughed, saying, "Sorry, brother, I misunderstood you. A few days ago, I opened a beauty salon, and on the opening day, I just wanted to invite you to attend because you also contributed to this."
Fei Hu slowly raised his head and chuckled, "What contribution do I have? You're just talking nonsense." The moment Fei Hu's gaze landed on Xia Yan, he couldn't look away. What was this woman trying to do? She had revealed a large portion of her assets, leaving Fei Hu dry-mouthed and his blood rushing to his head.
Then came an even bolder move. Xia Yan leaned towards Fei Hu and lay down sideways. Slurring her words, she said, "The hundred thousand used to start this is still from you." After saying this, she actually fell asleep.
Fei Hu struggled to control his drooping head. He remembered that the hundred thousand Xia Yan mentioned was what he had taken from Ye Wu that night. It seemed he had indeed done the right thing and helped Xia Yan turn her life around.
At that moment, Xia Yan actually rolled over and fell off the sofa, causing a wave of flesh to rise before Fei Hu's eyes. He found it hard to resist; no matter what, a person who had been drinking should never sleep on the floor.
Fei Hu slapped his own head and bent down to lift the soft-as-noodles Xia Yan. He carried her carefully until he placed her on her soft bed. However, he was stunned; due to the earlier tugging, Xia Yan's bra had somehow shifted above her two round assets, fully exposing them as they bounced up and down. At this point, Fei Hu was completely intoxicated; the combination of alcohol and an unnamed impulse made him feel as if he were on fire.
What should he do? Be a gentleman or a scoundrel? Fei Hu's mind was in turmoil. Xia Yan had invited him for dinner, but she was doing this out of gratitude; he absolutely could not take advantage of her. With this thought in mind, Fei Hu forced himself to stand up. He thought that as long as he could walk out of this room and find a place to sleep it off, any drunken mischief would become irrelevant.
However, the effects of the alcohol grew stronger. As soon as Fei Hu stood up, his legs weakened, and he lost control of his body entirely, crashing heavily back onto the bed and creating a dent in it. Xia Yan rolled over in response and wrapped one arm around Fei Hu's waist while continuously moving up and down.
Oh my God! I won't be a gentleman anymore; I want to be a scoundrel! Fei Hu could no longer hold back. He suddenly flipped over and pinned Xia Yan beneath him. She showed no signs of resistance; instead, she tightened her embrace around him.
Everything unfolded so naturally. Breathing heavily, Fei Hu tore away the last piece of fabric covering Xia Yan's modesty and pressed down hard. Xia Yan closed her eyes tightly and let out a pleasurable sound that echoed like a battle charge. Fei Hu felt like he was going crazy as he charged again and again into battle; pleasure assaulted him repeatedly.
Beneath him, Xia Yan moved like a beautiful serpent, twisting her enchanting body and provoking Fei Hu time after time. The night was already deep, yet on Xia Yan's bed, springtime flourished.
A whole night of relentless activity made Fei Hu forget where he was. Exhaustion combined with the anxiety of recent days meant that once Fei Hu fell asleep, waking him would require placing a landmine under him.
The sun shone through the curtains, casting a strong beam of light onto the large bed where Fei Hu was soundly asleep, snoring away. His phone in his pocket rang incessantly, but Fei Hu was completely oblivious; he was just too exhausted.
As noon approached, a sudden urge to urinate jolted Fei Hu awake. He sat up, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Feeling the soft bed beneath him and noticing the elegant decor of the room, he recalled that he might have slept in Xia Yan's bed last night. However, there was no sign of Xia Yan beside him. Could it be that they had slept separately? That seemed unlikely; Fei Hu could still remember the wildness of last night.
When he got out of bed, he realized his head felt a bit heavy. It seemed the effects of the alcohol were still lingering. After getting dressed, he noticed a note left by Xia Yan on the table. It read, "I went to take care of the store. You performed well last night; you're a real man." After reading it, Fei Hu felt a bit embarrassed about his behavior and couldn't help but chuckle at himself.
After freshening up, just as Fei Hu was about to leave, his phone rang again. He checked it and was shocked to see over ten missed calls. Some were from Wang Qian, and there were also calls from Yingzi and Ye Xiaofei, each having called once. The remaining calls were all from the company's landline numbers. Fei Hu quickly understood that they were just urging him to come to work.
Fei Hu stepped outside and hailed a taxi. He wasn't being extravagant; he just wanted to make it to the office for the afternoon shift. He didn't want others gossiping about him. As soon as he entered the company building, before he even had time to change his clothes, the security captain rushed over with a smile, saying, "You're back at work! If you didn't come soon, I would have been worried sick. First, go to the Vice President's Office, and then report to your post in the lobby."
Fei Hu smiled back and replied, "Okay." The security captain patted him on the shoulder and walked away with a grin.
Why had Wang Qian called him so many times? Ever since returning from Hong Kong, Wang Qian had treated him like a stranger. Fei Hu felt quite hurt; he understood that he was merely a pawn—once used, he had become expendable.
After changing into his security uniform and adjusting his hat, Fei Hu took the elevator to the 28th floor. He couldn't help but recall that thrilling and passionate night when Ye Wei had audaciously dared to relieve himself in the office.
Arriving at the door of the Vice President's Office, Fei Hu raised his hand and gently knocked twice. A familiar and pleasant voice came from inside: "Please come in."
Fei Hu confidently pushed open the door and walked in with assurance.
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