Power and Wealth-Chapter 1729

"Eight o'clock.

It's already dark early.

Chen Ying also bid farewell and left. Because this is the residential compound with many colleagues, Dong Xuebing didn't accompany her downstairs to avoid suspicion. He only walked her to her doorstep. Listening to Chen Ying's high heels clacking down the stairs, he closed the door and walked back, sighing. He immediately took off the clothes that had just been kissed by the big star, picked them up, and glanced at them. Hmm, the signature is lovely, and the imprint of red lipstick is also undeniable and a bit tempting. He took a deep breath and could vaguely smell the faint fragrance of the lipstick.

This old classmate.

What does it mean exactly?

Still kissing his own clothes collar.

Dong Xuebing also felt ambiguous, coughed several times but still neatly folded the shirt flat and stored it in the closet. Hmm, he felt a bit itchy on his neck. Dong Xuebing looked in the mirror and touched the area near the collar of his clothes. It felt a bit slippery and greasy, obviously residue from the lipstick. In the mirror, he saw Chen Ying's kiss had landed on his neck, and he was sweating. This was almost deadly for a buddy.

Dong Xuebing felt highly restless. Suddenly feeling very itchy, he quickly washed his face in the bathroom before feeling slightly better. Damn.

Out of cigarettes."

Dong Xuebing returned to the bedroom to get it.

He usually kept his cigarettes in the drawer. But as soon as he opened the drawer and took out a Zhonghua cigarette, Dong Xuebing's eyes shifted to the bed in the bedroom.

Pink.

What's that?

Curiously, Dong Xuebing walked up and lifted a corner of the blanket. Under the spread-out blanket, there was a pink thermal autumn garment, without pants, just that one piece. Dong Xuebing was astonished. He couldn't understand how this garment ended up under his blanket. After thinking for a moment, he figured it out. Chen Ying must have left it on the bed and under the blanket after taking off all her clothes earlier. When he came in and clarified things, Chen Ying probably didn't have the nerve to reclaim it hastily, so she left it covered by the blanket. Her mind was elsewhere, and it was normal for her to put on other clothes.

Dong Xuebing bent down and pulled up the pink autumn garment. After a moment's thought, he even kissed it on the nose. Hmm, fragrant. At that moment, the image of Chen Ying standing naked in front of him a few hours ago flashed through Dong Xuebing's mind again. Too stimulating.

Sweat.

What am I doing?

Dong Xuebing quickly threw away the clothes. He didn't have any improper thoughts about Chen Ying, this old classmate, not even the slightest. That was impossible. She looked good, had a good figure and temperament, and was a well-known celebrity. Every aspect of her was attractive to Dong Xuebing. But he knew well that things couldn't go this way. She was married, after all. Men might be somewhat lustful by nature. Almost all men are. Very few are not. But Dong Xuebing believed that judging whether a man is lustful should not be based on his thoughts but on his actions. If he could control himself and resist impulses, then it didn't count. You couldn't condemn someone just because of their thoughts. That would be a spiritual cleanliness and an overreaction, um, of course, Dong Xuebing wasn't doing well in this regard. He didn't think he was a gentleman, but at least he considered himself principled. For example, if he had done something with Chen Ying in the afternoon, the nature of it would have changed. He never engaged in such shady dealings.

Immediately, Dong Xuebing called Chen Ying and said, "Hey, Chen Ying, um, have you left? Where are you now?"

Chen Ying replied, "I'm in a taxi."

Dong Xuebing hesitated, "Your autumn garment..."

"What autumn garment?" Chen Ying was slightly puzzled."

"‘Your autumn garment ended up under our bedspread,’ Dong Xuebing chuckled.

There was a brief pause on the other end, and it sounded like Chen Ying was feeling around for something. ‘Oh? I forgot to put it on, hehe, sorry about that.’

Dong Xuebing asked, ‘So what should I do with it?’

‘Just throw it away. I have several more at home,’ Chen Ying replied.

Dong Xuebing hesitated, ‘I'll keep it for now. You can pick it up when you come next time, and if you don't want it, we'll discuss it then.’

Chen Ying laughed, ‘Throw it away. I'm also afraid your wife might see it and misunderstand.’

‘It's okay. She's working in the South and doesn't usually come back,’ Dong Xuebing said, feeling this conversation was a bit intimate and blushing.

‘That works too.’

‘Okay, take care on your way.’

‘Sure, let's meet up again when you're free. We should gather our classmates from our class, too; it's been so long since we've seen each other, and I miss them.’

‘Alright, you can arrange it.’

‘Okay, see you another day. Bye.’

‘Bye.’

Dong Xuebing hung up and looked again at Chen Ying's tempting autumn garment. He picked it up and stuffed it into the bottom of the closet, which initially smelled of disinfectant balls. However, the closet suddenly smelled fragrant as soon as the autumn garment was put in. He wondered if it was just psychological.

Chen Ying.

Chen Ying.

Dong Xuebing immediately opened his computer, went online, and searched for the movies Chen Ying had acted in. He copied and pasted the titles and briefly checked them out. Surprisingly, Chen Ying's acting was excellent, and she had the style of a star. Although Dong Xuebing wasn't very interested in these TV dramas and movies, Chen Ying found them quite enjoyable and lost track of time.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

The phone rang urgently.

Dong Xuebing casually answered, ‘Hello, who's this?’

On the other end, Fang Wenping's voice came angrily, ‘Do you know what time it is?’

‘Ah,’ Dong Xuebing checked the time and realized it was nearly ten o'clock. He slapped his forehead, remembering he was supposed to pick up his daughter from Fang Wenping's before eight, but he forgot. ‘Um, I just finished something, um, cough, I'll go right away.’

Fang Wenping said coldly, ‘If you can't make it within five minutes, don't bother coming today.’

‘Oh my, come on, everyone has things to deal with. I'm coming right away, is Qianqian alright?’ Dong Xuebing blinked.

‘With me, Qianqian is fine. Don't make excuses. Come over immediately; I have something to discuss with you,’ Fang Wenping said coldly. ‘Stop talking nonsense. Come over quickly; there's something I need you to handle.’

Dong Xuebing was puzzled. Was there something Fang Wenping couldn't handle herself? Did she need to involve him? Could there be some conspiracy?"