Chapter 161: Molesting Zhao Hongyan (1)
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Chapter 161 Molesting Zhao Hongyan (1)
"You must be really skilled at fighting to show just these small bruises after taking on so many people at once," Zhao Hongyan commented, turning around with purpose as she deftly opened the first aid kit.
Song Shoushan had taken over dinner duty, picking up where Zhao Hongyan had left off, the lingering effects of the previous incident.
Zhang Wei couldn't believe that someone like Song Shoushan could even cook, but it seemed she had been taught by Zhao Hongyan, perhaps under some kind of duress.
Feng Xinyue remained composed in the living room, her gaze fixed on Zhang Wei's hands, those tiny bruises telling a story known only to her. She extended her small hands, clenched them into a fist, then slowly released them, revealing the depth of her thoughts.
Zhang Wei chuckled in response to Zhao Hongyan's question, "I am 'good' at fighting." His gaze was focused, an ambiguous intensity as it lingered on the alluring figure of Zhao Hongyan.
She seemed oblivious to the charged atmosphere, bringing forth a piece of cotton and antiseptic liquid. With practiced care, she began to cleanse his wounds before tenderly wrapping them in a bandage.
As Zhao Hongyan gracefully bent down in front of him, a ray of light caught the delicate curve of her cleavage, momentarily capturing Zhang Wei's attention.
Yet, it wasn't just the visual that intrigued him. A subtle, mature fragrance seemed to emanate from her, casting a spell that heightened his surprise.
Zhang Wei had truly honed the art of observing women, mastering the skill of appreciating their beauty without a trace of lecherous intent.
Despite the flicker in his eyes, Zhao Hongyan remained composed, continuing her task with a steady hand.
Every woman possesses an innate sense of when a man's gaze lingers on her, the distinction lying in how she labels that lingering glance – whether as a lecherous leer or a respectful admiration. This judgment, however, varies from woman to woman, making it a deeply personal interpretation.
The secret lies in the subtle nuances of presentation, and Zhang Wei was an expert at masquerading authenticity while cloaking his true intentions.
Then, almost as if he had struck at her vulnerabilities, he posed the unexpected question, "Ms. Zhao, are you already divorced?"
An exclamation mark seemed to hang in the air, momentarily freezing the scene. Zhao Hongyan's fingers instinctively halted their movement.
Raising her head slightly, she regarded him with an intriguing blend of astonishment and curiosity, her eyes dancing with questions. ".... Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" she asked, her voice laced with both wonder and a hint of suspicion.
Zhang Wei casually shrugged, his tone light. "Just a random thought, considering I've never seen Song Pojun around here."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Hongyan's voice broke the quiet, her words measured. "We don't live together, but neither of us has filed for divorce yet," she clarified, her fingers resuming their gentle work of tending to his wounds.
A faint nod from Zhang Wei followed. "Ah, got it. It just struck me as odd, you know? Given the circumstances, I thought you two might have parted ways by now."
Zhao Hongyan's brow furrowed, a puzzled expression forming. "And what led you to that conclusion?"
Zhang Wei's tone was casual, his words seemingly thoughtful. "Well, you mentioned before that things weren't working out between you and your husband. But then Shanshan informed me that it was Song Pojun who had cheated on you with his mistress. Given all that, it seemed logical that you might have moved on by now."
A quiet pause hung in the air before Zhao Hongyan sighed, her lips pressing together as if in contemplation. "Listen, Mr. Zhang, can you please stop trying to play detective? If your intention is to make me despise Song Pojun, let me assure you, I already detest that man to my core. And honestly, why should my marital status concern you? Can't we just have a straightforward conversation?"
With that, she stood up, pushing the first aid kit aside as she finished attending to his wounds.
Zhao Hongyan could discern Zhang Wei's unspoken motives, but she couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.
She never had a liking for men who beat around the bush or attempted to manipulate situations indirectly, the earlier good impression she had for Zhang Wei faded, as he also started behaving like other men, talking in circles.
Once again, his actions served as a reminder of her mistrust towards the intentions of men.
Undeterred by her pointed response, Zhang Wei brazenly chuckled. "Your divorce isn't my business, but considering how Song Pojun betrayed you, have you ever thought about giving him a taste of his own medicine?"
Zhao Hongyan's eyebrows arched in a gesture of curiosity. "Oh? And how would you suggest I go about doing that?" she inquired, her tone revealing an inkling of understanding.
She certainly couldn't claim ignorance to Zhang Wei's suggestive hint; it was evident he was suggesting an affair to get back at Song Pojun.
Yet, what she didn't foresee was Zhang Wei's sudden bold move. In the blink of an eye, he seized her, pulling her towards him with an unexpected force.
!!
A startled exclamation caught in her throat, her eyes squeezing shut momentarily as she braced for what she believed would be a fall. To her astonishment, instead of the hard ground, she found herself landing on something much softer – Zhang Wei's legs.
The position was awkward and surprising, leaving her perched above him, her back facing him.
The tension in the room seemed to magnify, hanging heavily in the air, as this unanticipated turn of events took her by surprise.
"You can use me," Zhang Wei's words hung in the air, his hand resting on her waist, discovering it to be comparably slender yet surprisingly substantial with a hint of softness.
His initial intention hadn't been to make any advances today, but the captivating scent that surrounded her seemed to exert an irresistible influence, causing him to change his mind.
Zhao Hongyan's eyes widened in sheer astonishment, completely taken aback by his audacious actions!
In the safety of her own home, she couldn't believe he was daring to engage in such behavior.
Was he trying to molest her within her very own walls?
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Chapter 161 Molesting Zhao Hongyan (1)
"You must be really skilled at fighting to show just these small bruises after taking on so many people at once," Zhao Hongyan commented, turning around with purpose as she deftly opened the first aid kit.
Song Shoushan had taken over dinner duty, picking up where Zhao Hongyan had left off, the lingering effects of the previous incident.
Zhang Wei couldn't believe that someone like Song Shoushan could even cook, but it seemed she had been taught by Zhao Hongyan, perhaps under some kind of duress.
Feng Xinyue remained composed in the living room, her gaze fixed on Zhang Wei's hands, those tiny bruises telling a story known only to her. She extended her small hands, clenched them into a fist, then slowly released them, revealing the depth of her thoughts.
Zhang Wei chuckled in response to Zhao Hongyan's question, "I am 'good' at fighting." His gaze was focused, an ambiguous intensity as it lingered on the alluring figure of Zhao Hongyan.
She seemed oblivious to the charged atmosphere, bringing forth a piece of cotton and antiseptic liquid. With practiced care, she began to cleanse his wounds before tenderly wrapping them in a bandage.
As Zhao Hongyan gracefully bent down in front of him, a ray of light caught the delicate curve of her cleavage, momentarily capturing Zhang Wei's attention.
Yet, it wasn't just the visual that intrigued him. A subtle, mature fragrance seemed to emanate from her, casting a spell that heightened his surprise.
Zhang Wei had truly honed the art of observing women, mastering the skill of appreciating their beauty without a trace of lecherous intent.
Despite the flicker in his eyes, Zhao Hongyan remained composed, continuing her task with a steady hand.
Every woman possesses an innate sense of when a man's gaze lingers on her, the distinction lying in how she labels that lingering glance – whether as a lecherous leer or a respectful admiration. This judgment, however, varies from woman to woman, making it a deeply personal interpretation.
The secret lies in the subtle nuances of presentation, and Zhang Wei was an expert at masquerading authenticity while cloaking his true intentions.
Then, almost as if he had struck at her vulnerabilities, he posed the unexpected question, "Ms. Zhao, are you already divorced?"
An exclamation mark seemed to hang in the air, momentarily freezing the scene. Zhao Hongyan's fingers instinctively halted their movement.
Raising her head slightly, she regarded him with an intriguing blend of astonishment and curiosity, her eyes dancing with questions. ".... Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" she asked, her voice laced with both wonder and a hint of suspicion.
Zhang Wei casually shrugged, his tone light. "Just a random thought, considering I've never seen Song Pojun around here."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Hongyan's voice broke the quiet, her words measured. "We don't live together, but neither of us has filed for divorce yet," she clarified, her fingers resuming their gentle work of tending to his wounds.
A faint nod from Zhang Wei followed. "Ah, got it. It just struck me as odd, you know? Given the circumstances, I thought you two might have parted ways by now."
Zhao Hongyan's brow furrowed, a puzzled expression forming. "And what led you to that conclusion?"
Zhang Wei's tone was casual, his words seemingly thoughtful. "Well, you mentioned before that things weren't working out between you and your husband. But then Shanshan informed me that it was Song Pojun who had cheated on you with his mistress. Given all that, it seemed logical that you might have moved on by now."
A quiet pause hung in the air before Zhao Hongyan sighed, her lips pressing together as if in contemplation. "Listen, Mr. Zhang, can you please stop trying to play detective? If your intention is to make me despise Song Pojun, let me assure you, I already detest that man to my core. And honestly, why should my marital status concern you? Can't we just have a straightforward conversation?"
With that, she stood up, pushing the first aid kit aside as she finished attending to his wounds.
Zhao Hongyan could discern Zhang Wei's unspoken motives, but she couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.
She never had a liking for men who beat around the bush or attempted to manipulate situations indirectly, the earlier good impression she had for Zhang Wei faded, as he also started behaving like other men, talking in circles.
Once again, his actions served as a reminder of her mistrust towards the intentions of men.
Undeterred by her pointed response, Zhang Wei brazenly chuckled. "Your divorce isn't my business, but considering how Song Pojun betrayed you, have you ever thought about giving him a taste of his own medicine?"
Zhao Hongyan's eyebrows arched in a gesture of curiosity. "Oh? And how would you suggest I go about doing that?" she inquired, her tone revealing an inkling of understanding.
She certainly couldn't claim ignorance to Zhang Wei's suggestive hint; it was evident he was suggesting an affair to get back at Song Pojun.
Yet, what she didn't foresee was Zhang Wei's sudden bold move. In the blink of an eye, he seized her, pulling her towards him with an unexpected force.
!!
A startled exclamation caught in her throat, her eyes squeezing shut momentarily as she braced for what she believed would be a fall. To her astonishment, instead of the hard ground, she found herself landing on something much softer – Zhang Wei's legs.
The position was awkward and surprising, leaving her perched above him, her back facing him.
The tension in the room seemed to magnify, hanging heavily in the air, as this unanticipated turn of events took her by surprise.
"You can use me," Zhang Wei's words hung in the air, his hand resting on her waist, discovering it to be comparably slender yet surprisingly substantial with a hint of softness.
His initial intention hadn't been to make any advances today, but the captivating scent that surrounded her seemed to exert an irresistible influence, causing him to change his mind.
Zhao Hongyan's eyes widened in sheer astonishment, completely taken aback by his audacious actions!
In the safety of her own home, she couldn't believe he was daring to engage in such behavior.
Was he trying to molest her within her very own walls?
Chapter 161 Molesting Zhao Hongyan 1 "You must be really skilled at fighting to show just these small bruises after taking on so many people at once," Zhao Hongyan commented, turning around with purpose as she deftly opened the first aid kit. Song Shoushan had taken over dinner duty, picking up where Zhao Hongyan had left off, the lingering effects of the previous incident. Zhang Wei couldn't believe that someone like Song Shoushan could even cook, but it seemed she had been taught by Zhao Hongyan, perhaps under some kind of duress. Feng Xinyue remained composed in the living room, her gaze fixed on Zhang Wei's hands, those tiny bruises telling a story known only to her. She extended her small hands, clenched them into a fist, then slowly released them, revealing the depth of her thoughts. Zhang Wei chuckled in response to Zhao Hongyan's question, "I am 'good' at fighting." His gaze was focused, an ambiguous intensity as it lingered on the alluring figure of Zhao Hongyan. She seemed oblivious to the charged atmosphere, bringing forth a piece of cotton and antiseptic liquid. With practiced care, she began to cleanse his wounds before tenderly wrapping them in a bandage. As Zhao Hongyan gracefully bent down in front of him, a ray of light caught the delicate curve of her cleavage, momentarily capturing Zhang Wei's attention. Yet, it wasn't just the visual that intrigued him. A subtle, mature fragrance seemed to emanate from her, casting a spell that heightened his surprise. Zhang Wei had truly honed the art of observing women, mastering the skill of appreciating their beauty without a trace of lecherous intent. Despite the flicker in his eyes, Zhao Hongyan remained composed, continuing her task with a steady hand. Every woman possesses an innate sense of when a man's gaze lingers on her, the distinction lying in how she labels that lingering glance whether as a lecherous leer or a respectful admiration. This judgment, however, varies from woman to woman, making it a deeply personal interpretation. The secret lies in the subtle nuances of presentation, and Zhang Wei was an expert at masquerading authenticity while cloaking his true intentions. Then, almost as if he had struck at her vulnerabilities, he posed the unexpected question, "Ms. Zhao, are you already divorced?" An exclamation mark seemed to hang in the air, momentarily freezing the scene. Zhao Hongyan's fingers instinctively halted their movement. Raising her head slightly, she regarded him with an intriguing blend of astonishment and curiosity, her eyes dancing with questions. ".... Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" she asked, her voice laced with both wonder and a hint of suspicion. Zhang Wei casually shrugged, his tone light. "Just a random thought, considering I've never seen Song Pojun around here." After a moment of silence, Zhao Hongyan's voice broke the quiet, her words measured. "We don't live together, but neither of us has filed for divorce yet," she clarified, her fingers resuming their gentle work of tending to his wounds. A faint nod from Zhang Wei followed. "Ah, got it. It just struck me as odd, you know? Given the circumstances, I thought you two might have parted ways by now." Zhao Hongyan's brow furrowed, a puzzled expression forming. "And what led you to that conclusion?" Zhang Wei's tone was casual, his words seemingly thoughtful. "Well, you mentioned before that things weren't working out between you and your husband. But then Shanshan informed me that it was Song Pojun who had cheated on you with his mistress. Given all that, it seemed logical that you might have moved on by now." A quiet pause hung in the air before Zhao Hongyan sighed, her lips pressing together as if in contemplation. "Listen, Mr. Zhang, can you please stop trying to play detective? If your intention is to make me despise Song Pojun, let me assure you, I already detest that man to my core. And honestly, why should my marital status concern you? Can't we just have a straightforward conversation?" With that, she stood up, pushing the first aid kit aside as she finished attending to his wounds. Zhao Hongyan could discern Zhang Wei's unspoken motives, but she couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. She never had a liking for men who beat around the bush or attempted to manipulate situations indirectly, the earlier good impression she had for Zhang Wei faded, as he also started behaving like other men, talking in circles. Once again, his actions served as a reminder of her mistrust towards the intentions of men. Undeterred by her pointed response, Zhang Wei brazenly chuckled. "Your divorce isn't my business, but considering how Song Pojun betrayed you, have you ever thought about giving him a taste of his own medicine?" Zhao Hongyan's eyebrows arched in a gesture of curiosity. "Oh? And how would you suggest I go about doing that?" she inquired, her tone revealing an inkling of understanding. She certainly couldn't claim ignorance to Zhang Wei's suggestive hint; it was evident he was suggesting an affair to get back at Song Pojun. Yet, what she didn't foresee was Zhang Wei's sudden bold move. In the blink of an eye, he seized her, pulling her towards him with an unexpected force. !! A startled exclamation caught in her throat, her eyes squeezing shut momentarily as she braced for what she believed would be a fall. To her astonishment, instead of the hard ground, she found herself landing on something much softer Zhang Wei's legs. The position was awkward and surprising, leaving her perched above him, her back facing him. The tension in the room seemed to magnify, hanging heavily in the air, as this unanticipated turn of events took her by surprise. "You can use me," Zhang Wei's words hung in the air, his hand resting on her waist, discovering it to be comparably slender yet surprisingly substantial with a hint of softness. His initial intention hadn't been to make any advances today, but the captivating scent that surrounded her seemed to exert an irresistible influence, causing him to change his mind. Zhao Hongyan's eyes widened in sheer astonishment, completely taken aback by his audacious actions! In the safety of her own home, she couldn't believe he was daring to engage in such behavior. Was he trying to molest her within her very own walls?
