94: Chapter 94 There's a different kind of scenery underneath.

Zhao Yaqin saw it, reached out to pick it up, and put it in her own mouth.

Wang Yang was stunned.

"You..."

Zhao Yaqin chewed, swallowed, and looked at him.

"What's wrong? Can't let it go to waste."

Wang Yang looked at her, at her nonchalant expression, and a sudden, indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

She was eating the meat he had bitten, the leftovers.

She didn't mind at all, as if she were doing the most ordinary thing.

Wang Yang reached out and took her hand.

"Sister Yaqin."

Zhao Yaqin looked at him.

"Hmm?"

Wang Yang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt that anything he said would be too light.

He simply squeezed her hand and smiled.

"Nothing. You are so good."

Zhao Yaqin blushed and lowered her head.

"Eat up, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Wang Yang nodded with a smile, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, removed the bones, and held it to her lips.

"You eat too."

Zhao Yaqin opened her mouth to take it, her lips curling into a smile.

The two fed each other, and they ate more than half of the dishes on the table.

Wang Yang ate a lot, and Zhao Yaqin ate a little, but the smile on her face never faded.

Just then, the phone rang.

Wang Yang picked it up and looked.

Station Chief Wu Neng.

Director of the Public Security Station, Station Chief Wu Neng.

He answered the phone, his tone casual.

"Director Wu."

On the other end of the line, Station Chief Wu Neng's voice was as respectful as if he were reporting to a superior.

"Mr. Wang, I hope I'm not interrupting your rest?"

Wang Yang leaned back in his chair.

"No. What is it, Director Wu?"

Station Chief Wu Neng's voice carried a flattering smile.

"Mr. Wang, I'm reporting to you. Zhang Mingde has been arrested. We have both witnesses and physical evidence, so he can't get away. What he's done over the years is enough to put him in deep trouble. He'll be locked up for a few years at the very least."

Wang Yang's lips curled into a smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Wu."

Station Chief Wu Neng hurriedly said.

"Not at all, not at all, it's my duty. Mr. Wang, if you have any small matters in the future, just come directly to me; there's no need to trouble Secretary-General Cao. Anything I can handle, I will certainly handle well for you."

Wang Yang nodded.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Director Wu."

Station Chief Wu Neng's voice became even more enthusiastic.

"No trouble at all, Mr. Wang, you are too polite. Then please get some rest, I won't disturb you any further."

"Good."

Wang Yang hung up and placed the phone on the table.

Zhao Yaqin looked at him.

"Whose call was that?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"The Director of the Public Security Station. He said Zhang Mingde has been arrested and will be locked up for a few years at the very least."

Zhao Yaqin was stunned for a moment, her eyes slowly turning red.

"Really?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"Really."

Zhao Yaqin's tears fell.

It wasn't sadness; it was happiness.

It was the relief of having the heavy stone that had been pressing on her heart finally lifted.

She thought of that night, of Zhang Mingde's disgusting face, and of her own helpless state.

Now, that person had been caught.

She wiped away her tears and smiled.

"That's wonderful..."

Wang Yang stood up, walked over to her side, reached out, and pulled her into his arms.

Zhao Yaqin leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling as secure as a ship that had finally docked.

Wang Yang's hand rested on her waist; through the thin loungewear, he could feel the warmth of her skin.

Her waist was slender and soft, with smooth curves, like a pipa.

His hand caressed her gently, his fingertips tracing her waistline.

Zhao Yaqin looked up at him.

"Xiao Yang."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Yaqin stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

It was light and soft, filled with the relief of having survived a disaster, and the preciousness of having regained something lost.

Wang Yang responded, his hand gently rubbing her waist.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Zhao Yaqin leaned in his arms, her face flushed red.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Today is a good day, worth celebrating. Would you like a drink?"

Zhao Yaqin nodded.

"Alright."

Wang Yang let her go and went to the wine cabinet to get some wine.

Zhao Yaqin stood where she was, watching his back, and suddenly spoke.

"I'm going to change my clothes."

Wang Yang turned to look at her; she blushed and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Wang Yang took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the cabinet and placed them on the table.

He picked up the corkscrew and pulled out the cork; the aroma of the wine wafted out, mellow and lingering.

After waiting about five minutes, the bedroom door opened.

Wang Yang looked up, the wine bottle in his hand stopping in mid-air.

Zhao Yaqin stood in the doorway, having changed her clothes.

A black bodycon skirt clung tightly to her body.

The neckline was cut very low, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage.

The hem of the skirt was as short as it could be, just covering the top of her thighs.

With every step she took, the hem swayed, and the scenery beneath was vaguely visible.

It was purple lace, thin and sheer, making one's heart race at the sight.

Moreover, Zhao Yaqin had changed into a pair of high heels with thin black stiletto heels, making her legs appear even longer and straighter.

Her hair was let down, cascading over her shoulders in large, wavy curls, appearing lazy and sexy.

She wore light makeup, her lips were rosy, and her eyes were watery.

She looked like she had just stepped off a magazine cover.

Wang Yang swallowed hard.

Zhao Yaqin felt embarrassed by his gaze and clutched the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

"What's wrong... does it not look good?"

Wang Yang shook his head.

"It looks good. It looks amazing."

He walked over and reached out to wrap his arm around her waist.

The fabric of the bodycon skirt was smooth, clinging to her body like a second skin.

His hand slid down from her waist, landing on the edge of the skirt.

His fingertips touched the skin of her thigh, smooth and warm.

Zhao Yaqin's body trembled, and she pushed him away gently.

"Let's drink first..."

Wang Yang smiled, let go, took her hand, walked to the table, and pulled out a chair for her to sit.

He poured two glasses of wine and pushed one in front of her.

Zhao Yaqin picked up the glass, took a sip, and her face turned even redder.

Wang Yang looked at her; under the lights, her face was flushed.

Her eyes were watery, and her lips were stained with wine, glistening.

The neckline of the bodycon skirt rose and fell gently with her breathing, that cleavage bottomless.

Beneath the skirt, her legs were crossed, the stiletto heel hooked around her ankle, swaying back and forth.

Wang Yang picked up his glass and clinked it against hers.

"Cheers."

Zhao Yaqin smiled and clinked glasses with him.

The two drank wine and talked.

Zhao Yaqin couldn't hold her liquor well; after a few glasses, her face was completely flushed.

Her gaze began to unfocus, and her speech started to slur.

Wang Yang looked at her; her face was as red as an apple.

Her lips were rosy and full, her eyes half-closed, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

The neckline of the bodycon skirt shifted to one side, revealing half her shoulder, her collarbone clearly visible.

The hem of the skirt had rolled up a bit, revealing the top of her thighs, the purple lace edge vaguely visible.

Wang Yang's throat moved.

Zhao Yaqin leaned over, her whole body going soft in his arms.

Her face pressed against his chest, her hands resting on his shoulders, her breath, carrying the scent of wine, warm against his neck.

Wang Yang held her.

"Are you full?"

Zhao Yaqin nodded groggily.

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Then it's time to get down to business."

Zhao Yaqin was stunned for a moment, looked up, and stared at him.

Her eyes were watery, filled with drunkenness, shyness, and anticipation.