20demayo Chapter 526 Returning Home in Glory!
Chapter 526 Returning Home in Glory!
From the entryway, living room, bedroom... bags, high heels, and clothes are scattered along the way, creating a messy yet alluring scene.
The afternoon sun slanted through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the bedroom floor.
As time passed silently, the light spots moved quietly, gradually retreating from the room until they were completely swallowed by the twilight. By the time the two finally "quit their game," the streetlights outside the window were already on, and the sky had completely darkened.
Liu Jing closed her eyes, slumped in the man's arms like a patient who had collapsed from exhaustion, not wanting to move at all. If she could, she felt she could sleep for three days and three nights straight.
It's so tiring, and... it's so exhausting.
Zhong Yuemin, on the other hand, was full of energy. He put one arm around the woman's smooth and delicate back, feeling the warmth of their skin touching, and only then did he have time to take a look at the layout of the room.
This is a newly purchased house. The original one was not sold but rented out. The main reason for moving was to find peace and quiet, to avoid being bothered by her troublesome relatives again, and to have some peace of mind.
The room is decorated in a warm and cozy style, with a minimalist design and warm colors, giving off a relaxed "home" vibe.
“This house is nice,” he commented.
"Hmm..." Liu Jing didn't even have the strength to lift her eyelids, and responded weakly.
“Manager Liu,” Zhong Yuemin’s voice carried a languid aftertaste and a hint of mockery, “your physical condition… isn’t very good. How long has it been since you ‘reported’? You’re already this tired. You need to exercise more in the future; health is the foundation of everything.”
Liu Jing couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly, too lazy to even think of refuting it. She thought to herself that with the way you're doing this, even a professional athlete would probably be exhausted and beg for mercy.
"Alright, you can rest now." Zhong Yuemin patted her on the shoulder. "I'll get you something to eat."
He was about to get up and get out of bed when he said that.
Liu Jing finally opened her eyes with difficulty, somewhat surprised: "You... can cook? Or should I cook?"
"Alright, lie down quietly." Zhong Yuemin had already pulled up his pants. "I spent so many years working in the countryside in northern Shaanxi. Cooking and lighting fires were just everyday tasks for me. Just wait."
He put on his clothes and shoes and left the bedroom. Soon, the sounds of washing, chopping, and cooking came from the kitchen.
About an hour later, five or six home-style dishes were on the table:
The braised pork with potatoes glistened with oil, the sweet and sour pork ribs were fragrant and tangy, the stir-fried bok choy was bright green and tempting, and the tender steamed egg custard was garnished with a few bright green scallions... Although it couldn't compare to the presentation of a high-end restaurant, it was steaming hot and had a perfect combination of color, aroma and taste.
Zhong Yuemin returned to the bedroom and woke up the drowsy Liu Jing: "Get up and eat something, don't sleep on an empty stomach."
Liu Jing put on a bathrobe and came to the living room.
Looking at the table full of dishes and smelling the tempting aromas, my empty stomach, which had been churning all day, was immediately awakened, and I really felt hungry.
"This... did you really make this?" She still couldn't quite believe it.
"Is there anyone else in this room?" Zhong Yuemin took off his apron and tossed it aside. "Sit down and eat, while it's hot."
The two sat down facing each other.
Zhong Yuemin picked up a piece of pork rib for her: "Try it."
Liu Jing picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. The ribs were stewed until tender and flavorful, and the sweet and sour sauce coated them perfectly. The taste was indeed very good.
"I never expected... that you, the big boss, would have such skills." She praised sincerely, "You're no worse than a hotel chef."
“Of course,” Zhong Yuemin said without any modesty. “I actually learned a few tricks from Lao Ma before.” He was referring to Ma Weimin, the man who had been fired from the hotel and was now his partner in a restaurant. He picked up a bottle of red wine that had been prepared beforehand. “Want some?”
"Yes." Liu Jing nodded, then looked at him. "You're drinking too? You have to drive later, right?"
"I won't be going back tonight," Zhong Yuemin said, pouring her a small half-cup of water first, then pouring one for himself.
Liu Jing's hand holding the wine glass trembled almost imperceptibly: "Aren't you going home tonight?"
"Hmm." Zhong Yuemin took a sip of wine, his expression unchanged. "You've only 'reported' half of your work. You need to hurry up and go into more depth tonight. Don't put it off until tomorrow."
"Pah!" Liu Jing spat, the blush that had just faded from her face quickly returning. "You...can't you let me rest for a bit? Are you trying to kill yourself...it's not like I'll die later!"
Despite saying that, her tone was a mixture of embarrassment, annoyance, and a hint of secret joy and anticipation that even she herself couldn't quite discern; her feelings were complex and hard to describe.
Women, they're all hypocritical!
Zhong Yuemin just smiled and didn't continue the topic. He picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it in her bowl: "Eat."
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Meanwhile, in the large courtyard where Zhou Changli's family lived, the place was bustling with noise and excitement.
The small courtyard was crammed with seven or eight tables, packed full, with people even standing in the passageway. In addition to the neighbors, leaders from the neighborhood committee and the street office were also present.
Zhou Changli, along with his parents, younger brother and sister, and several leaders from the district and street office, sat at the main table. He was seated in the head seat, and all the leaders were all smiling and very enthusiastic, addressing him as "General Manager Zhou" and "Boss Zhou" repeatedly, toasting and chatting with him, and adopting a very humble attitude.
The neighbors around watched in amazement, their eyes filled with envy.
Today, Zhou Changli is no longer the "little rascal" that people avoided and who was hunted by the police. He has transformed into a Hong Kong businessman who has returned home in glory, with a net worth of hundreds of millions.
Over the years, his donations to various public welfare projects in Beijing, including education and infrastructure, have totaled no less than ten million US dollars, a staggering amount.
For this reason, his past "historical problems" have long been forgotten, his identity has been completely cleared, and he has become a guest of honor for leaders at all levels, enjoying immense prestige.
The current situation is vastly different from that of the disheveled young man who fled south in panic more than a decade ago.
I drank quite a bit that night, and didn't wake up until noon the next day, still feeling groggy. It was noisy next door; quite a few people could hear it. Just as I was wondering what was going on, my younger sister came in from outside.
He rubbed his groggy head. "We have guests again?"
His sister came closer, smiling.
"Brother, matchmakers are coming to your door. This morning alone, three or four groups have come to introduce you to potential partners. There are teachers, dancers... I've seen their photos, and they're all pretty good. Do you want to go meet them?"
Zhou Changli smiled, picked up the large porcelain jar that was placed to the side, and took a few gulps, which finally made his dry throat feel better.
“Dad is really bored. You go and tell him not to worry about my affairs. I know what I’m doing.”
"Brother, these weren't sent by Dad. These matchmakers came to our door on their own. Now that you're so rich, who wouldn't be envious? They'd all love to send their daughters over today so you two could get married."