"I'm willing." Meng Wanqing's face remained calm, but a slight blush rose to her cheeks.
With a cloth bag in his hand, Song Tianyao walked over and naturally took Meng Wanqing's hand, heading downstairs. Without turning back, he said to the still-dazed Scribe Hui at the top of the stairs, "Tell my mom not to call me or look for me. I'm an adult now, and I need to do things a man should do. Enduring this for almost twenty years is very harmful to my health."
After saying that, he gently squeezed Meng Wanqing's fingers and chuckled, saying, "You think you can just say goodbye and disappear? Those scoundrels who take advantage of you are easy to deal with. It's a seemingly gentlemanly lecher like me who's the most dangerous. Now, it's too late to disappear. Wanqing, as the poem 'Nine Laments: Sorrow and Suffering' says, 'Wanqing, so green and lush,' a beautiful name."
"Do you know the origin of my name? Have you read the Songs of Chu?" Meng Wanqing suppressed her embarrassment at having her hand held by Song Tianyao even knew the origin of her name.
Song Tianyao shook his head frankly. "I haven't read it. I specifically asked someone to ask your father, and they also asked for your home address on the same day you were fired from your job at the seafood restaurant."
Chapter 194 Zhe Rui
It wasn't until Song Tianyao led her hand from Tai Wo Street all the way to the Morrison Hotel on Kennedy Road in Wan Chai, half a kilometer away, and they entered the room, that Meng Wanqing came to her senses. Song Tianyao then pulled her close and laid her down on the bed. Seeing Song Tianyao embracing her, her usually aloof face began to show panic and confusion. How had she ended up being led by this man from the street to the hotel?
When Song Tianyao was on the street, he simply held her hand, and the two strolled along the street like lovers, chatting and laughing. This gradually eased Meng Wanqing's initial shyness. Moreover, Song Tianyao started by talking about the Book of Book of Songs and the Songs of Chu, then moved on to calligraphy, then to tailoring, and then to China cuisine—all topics that interested Meng Wanqing. In particular, many of the things Song Tianyao mentioned were things she had never heard of before, which made her curious and ask questions. After asking, she had to think for a moment before she could barely understand.
Now, held in this man's arms and seeing his mischievous grin, Meng Wanqing finally realized that this man had deliberately brought up topics that interested her on the way, cleverly setting up conversations to entice her to ask questions and think deeply, and before she knew it, she had been coaxed into the hotel.
When Song Tianyao saw Meng Wanqing's face first show panic, then confusion, and finally widen her eyes slightly to glare at him with shame and anger, he was amused by the rapid changes in her expression. This expression added a touch of allure to the usually aloof and serene mature woman. Song Tianyao flipped Meng Wanqing over and pinned her beneath him, saying with a wicked grin, "Just realized that now? Too late."
Meng Wanqing reached out her hands to gently support Song Tianyao's chest to prevent him from pressing down on her, but Song Tianyao Meng Wanqing. Startled by Song Tianyao's sudden stop, Meng Wanqing withdrew her hands from his chest, bit her lip, and timidly said, "You..."
As soon as she lowered her hands, Song Tianyao pressed his upper body against hers, and Meng Wanqing's red lips were already kissed by Song Tianyao...
Song Tianyao to look at Meng Wanqing, who was curled up beside him, her smooth back exposed. He pulled the blanket up to cover her, then got out of bed, picked up the clothes they'd kicked to the floor, lit a cigarette, and returned to bed. Leaning against the headboard, he smoked, deep in thought.
Meng Wanqing had actually woken up when the waiter knocked on the door, but she didn't make a sound. After Song Tianyao considerately covered her with the blanket and lay back down next to her without making a sound, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and secretly looked at the man.
"The hotel restaurant doesn't close until 10 p. m., so you can sleep a little longer. Women need to rest more after their first time." Seemingly having noticed Meng Wanqing's little actions, Song Tianyao flicked his cigarette ash and suddenly turned to Meng Wanqing, who didn't have time to close her eyes and pretend anymore, and said this.
Meng Wanqing's pretty face slowly flushed again. She first groped around under the covers for a while, then covered herself completely with the blankets. With a rustling sound, she poked her head and hands out from the corner of the blankets at the foot of the bed, picked up her underwear that she had accidentally kicked to the floor while she was lost in pleasure, put it on under the blankets, and then poked her head out from the head of the bed, turned to the side, and quietly looked at Song Tianyao.
"Why didn't you talk to me about the pipa while you were on the road?" Meng Wanqing asked softly after Song Tianyao finished his cigarette.
Song Tianyao pulled the woman close to his waist. "I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to deliberately talk about things you don't like, hoping you'll come to your senses and run away halfway through."
"How do you know I don't like it? My parents don't know either." Meng Wanqing's face was pulled close to Song Tianyao's abdomen by his embrace. Noticing that Song Tianyao not dressed, she closed her eyes and helped him pull the blanket up a little before opening them to speak.
"To please customers and make a living, even if you initially learned the pipa out of love, after spending so much time in a seafood restaurant, you'd probably get tired of it by now," Song Tianyao said, his hand slipping through Meng Wanqing's newly donned bodice and resting on her breasts.
Compared to a budding young girl, he prefers a mature woman who has already released all her charm, just like Meng Wanqing beside him at this moment. She is cold and beautiful on the outside but passionate on the inside. Her coldness is just a protective color after she has seen the coldness of the world and the fickleness of human relationships. She is a typical man's treasure. This kind of woman is worth him spending some effort to win her over.
Meng Wanqing pressed down on Song Tianyao's mischievous hand through her strapless bra. Touched by Song Tianyao, her previously composed voice softened, "No..."
"I've already spoken to the seafood restaurant; they're not allowed to keep you there anymore. Your uncle used to run a tailor shop making Western-style clothes, but the bank went bankrupt, and all his savings from years of work were wiped out. But his tailoring skills should still be there. Have you thought about opening another shop, or perhaps a small garment factory? You can open a garment factory even if you're making Western-style clothes. You don't necessarily have to hire tailors to come and make all your orders. You can ask some relatives and friends to help out and earn some money from their skills. It would be good to restore his confidence in making a comeback. Otherwise, if he's been poor for too long, he'll get used to seeing himself as a poor person and forget what it means to work hard," Song Tianyao asked Meng Wanqing.