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Tong Le sent an electronic invitation to Hou Yi, saying it was the Zong Group's Annual Meeting invitation. She reminded him once again to dress appropriately for the meeting and warned him not to cause any trouble, or security would throw him out!
Hou Yi held up the chat window for Winston to see. "Isn't it cute?"
Winston looked confused. "Where's the cuteness? Is it the words? What’s cute about it?"
Hou Yi displayed an expression of pure enjoyment. "You don’t understand; it’s a feeling—a sense of her warning me while I find it incredibly enjoyable."
Winston grabbed a bottle of wine and checked its alcohol content. "This wine isn’t even that strong. Are you really drunk?"
At Dao Wen's home, she urged Zhou Zishuo to hurry back to his place. Zhou Zishuo kept complaining about stomach pains and feeling unwell, clearly reluctant to leave Dao Wen’s home. He feared that Zong Jin next door would take advantage of his absence.
Dao Wen was tired of his excuses. She pointed to the guest room. "Then clean up your own space; I can’t be bothered with you!"
She emerged from the kitchen with two garbage bags, slipped on her sandals, and opened the front door to head downstairs to throw out the trash.
Just as she stepped outside, she noticed that Zong Jin's door was wide open. He appeared at the same moment, also holding a garbage bag.
Zong Jin looked a bit shy.
Dao Wen glanced at him and teased, "You’ve been waiting by your door for a while, haven’t you? Your garbage bag is practically empty; is there even any trash in there?"
Zong Jin quickly hid the bag behind his back. It only contained a few used paper towels.
Dao Wen chuckled. "You can’t even lie properly. If you wanted to come down for a walk, you could just send me a message."
She entered the elevator, and Zong Jin hurriedly followed her in.
As they descended, several people were in the elevator. Zong Jin positioned himself behind Dao Wen, shielding her completely with his tall frame.
He took the garbage bag from her hand, freeing one hand to hold hers tightly. His palm was warm, and he felt immensely satisfied.
After disposing of the trash, they strolled through the community garden.
It was already dark outside; the streetlights cast a dim glow through dirty lampshades, creating a hazy light that barely illuminated their path.
Zong Jin was happy and clumsily expressed his affection. "I’ve booked a restaurant for dinner tonight. During the day, you can handle things at the Distillery, and we’ll grab a quick bite at our company cafeteria before I take you out for a candlelit dinner."
A smile lingered on Zong Jin's lips as he spoke, his goofy demeanor contrasting sharply with that of a typical domineering CEO. "I picked out the gown you wore on Annual Meeting day and some jewelry too; they’ll be delivered to your office. You should like them."
Dao Wen wasn’t interested in candlelit dinners or fancy gowns and jewelry; those things didn’t matter much to her. Her criteria for choosing a man were simple: reliability in character, ability to earn money together, and satisfactory performance in bed.
She had already verified the first two points—his character was solid, and he could indeed help her make money. Now, only the last criterion remained to be tested.
She was always decisive, disliking roundabout conversations and slow buildups. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and tugged at Zong Jin's hand.
Zong Jin halted as well, gazing at Dao Wen under the dim yellow light, her beauty striking and otherworldly.
Dao Wen spoke, "Shall we give it a try?"
Zong Jin paused for a moment, confused. "Try what? I'm open to anything; what do you want to attempt?"
Dao Wen extended her index finger and tapped Zong Jin's chest. She looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes as her finger slid downward. "Let’s see if we’re in sync. Do I need to be more explicit?"
At that moment, Zong Jin felt as if Dao Wen's finger possessed some kind of magic. A strange wave of heat surged through him, heading toward a direction it shouldn’t go—fast! Intense!
He felt dizzy, almost numb from the overwhelming sensation!
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