Chapter 14: The Drunk Pretty Rich Woman

Looking at the content sent by the pretty rich woman, Yu Xiaocheng suddenly felt like he was having an affair.

what's the situation?
What's going on with this inexplicable feeling of guilt?

Yu Xiaocheng pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, picked up his phone and started editing the content of WeChat.

Yu Xiaocheng: My mother hasn't yet resolved the issue of me not coming home last night. If I don't come home today, I'm afraid she will explode. Aunt Zheng, you know my mother's temper. When she gets angry, even ten cows can't pull her back.

Only a moment later, the pretty rich woman sent a reply.

Zheng Yanru: I didn't plan to let you stay overnight. I just asked you to come and chat with me, you little rascal. Don't get any wrong ideas.

Zheng Yanru: Are you coming or not?

In fact, Yu Xiaocheng didn't want to go. It was too troublesome to go back and forth. Just when he was hesitating about how to reply, his cell phone rang. He saw the caller was Zheng Yanru, the pretty and mature rich woman.

Yu Xiaocheng picked up the phone and said bitterly, "Aunt Zheng."

"I'll pick you up now?"

Zheng Yanru asked directly.

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"Ok."

"That would be troublesome."

Yu Xiaocheng originally planned to refuse, but finally agreed silently. He didn't know why he suddenly softened his heart. Perhaps it was because Zheng Yanru in her previous life was too miserable, so now he had the urge to protect her.

After hanging up the phone,
Yu Xiaocheng stood up from the sofa and walked out of his house.

I was smoking at the entrance of the community and thinking about philosophical questions about man and the universe. Suddenly, a Porsche Panamera stopped in front of me. I put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to me, then opened the car door and got in.

"When did you learn to smoke?"

Zheng Yanru smelled a faint smell of cigarettes from him, and couldn't help but frowned, saying in a serious tone: "Don't smoke anymore, it's bad for your health."

"Ah."

"understood."

Yu Xiaocheng fastened his seat belt and responded casually.

The two didn't communicate much along the way. Yu Xiaocheng tilted his head and looked through the car window at the city under the sunset, feeling a little touched in his heart.

"What are you thinking?"

Zheng Yanru suddenly asked.

"Nothing. I was just daydreaming." Yu Xiaocheng came back to his senses, looked at Zheng Yanru who was driving, and said leisurely: "Aunt Zheng, I have always wanted to ask you something, but I don't know how to start."

"what's up?"

Zheng Yanru said lightly.

"What kind of man do you like?" Yu Xiaocheng asked softly.

Zheng Yanru pursed her lips and answered absentmindedly, "A simple man."

finished,

Zheng Yanru said, "What about you? What kind of woman do you like?"

"A simple woman." Yu Xiaocheng said with a smile.

After hearing Yu Xiaocheng's answer, the pretty rich woman couldn't help but roll her eyes and said unhappily, "Why are you imitating me? You're not honest!"

"I'm not imitating you."

"It's just that we both agree on this issue." Yu Xiaocheng replied leisurely: "To some extent, we both like simple and pure people and things. Sometimes, new happiness will appear in the day-to-day life."

Zheng Yanru curled her lips and murmured, "Can happiness really appear in a boring life day after day?"

"Why not?"

Yu Xiaocheng shrugged: "As long as you want, even the most ordinary days can be romantic."

“It’s hard to be alone.”

Zheng Yanru bit her lips lightly and whispered to herself in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

"Uh?"

"What are you talking about?" Yu Xiaocheng asked curiously.

"Nothing." "Oh."

When Yu Xiaocheng came to the house of the beautiful and wealthy woman again, he was sitting alone on the sofa. At this time, Zheng Yanru came to his side slowly with two bottles of red wine.

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"No more! No more!"

"If you drink any more, you won't be able to go home tonight."

When Yu Xiaocheng saw the bottle of red wine in the pretty rich woman's hand, his face was full of resistance.

"This is for myself, just drink the juice."

Zheng Yanru sat next to Yu Xiaocheng with a bottle of red wine. She uncorked one of the bottles skillfully, then filled the goblet in front of her and drank it all in one gulp.

I had heard from my mother that Zheng Yanru was a drunkard, but Yu Xiaocheng didn't believe it. After all, how could such a mature and stable woman be a drunkard?
Yu Xiaocheng looked at the rich woman who drank the whole bottle and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Xiao Cheng."

"Do you think I'm old?"

Zheng Yanru, who drank half a bottle of red wine in an instant, asked in a low voice.

Under the subtle effect of alcohol, the pretty, mature and wealthy woman at this moment is like a blooming flower, exuding the delicate and charming charm of a mature woman. Her eyes are full of tender confusion, and her face on both sides is illuminated by a touch of blush.

"No."

"I think your age is just right." Yu Xiaocheng unscrewed a bottle of juice and said softly, "A 20-year-old woman is young, like a piece of sweet candy. You can't help but want to taste it, but you will get sick of it if you eat too much. A 30-year-old woman is like the best tea. It may taste a little bitter at the first taste, but the aftertaste is endless sweetness."

"is it?"

Zheng Yanru held the wine glass, carefully looked at the red wine in the glass, and muttered: "I suddenly feel much better."

"in addition!"

Zheng Yanru turned to look at him and said earnestly, "Don't use you, you, you anymore. It annoys me."

"It's out of respect."

"Since you don't want to listen, I won't tell you." Yu Xiaocheng smiled, looked at the pretty rich woman drinking water, and asked carefully: "What's wrong? You seem very disappointed."

Zheng Yanru sighed: "I don't know what happened, I suddenly felt a little depressed."

"is it possible"

"Too much work pressure leads to early menopause?" Yu Xiaocheng said thoughtfully.

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"What do you mean by early menopause, you little rascal!"

Zheng Yanru gritted her teeth in anger, stretched out her hands to pinch the flesh on his waist, twisted it hard, and said angrily: "I'm only 31 years old, how come I'm entering menopause early?"

"It hurts!"

"I just said that casually."

Yu Xiaocheng didn't expect Zheng Yanru to take direct action, which was far beyond his expectations.

"Humph!"

"Why didn't I realize you were so bad before?"

After Zheng Yanru let go of his hand, she stared at him with blurry eyes, then picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp.

"Where are those underwear?"

Zheng Yanru, who had drunk a bottle of red wine, asked softly.

"lost."

"It's necessary to throw it away."

"After all, my mother has seen it." Yu Xiaocheng said casually.

When Zheng Yanru heard that he had thrown away the underwear, she immediately frowned, and a hint of displeasure appeared on her drunken face.

He stood up suddenly and went to his bedroom alone.
what's the situation?
Why did she go back to the bedroom?
Before Xiao Cheng could figure out the situation, she saw a drunk, mature, wealthy woman walking out of her bedroom.

"Don't throw it away again!"

(End of this chapter)