79: The landlady's private meeting

Arriving at the workshop,

Everyone secretly sized up Wang Fugui with looks mixing curiosity, ambiguity, and scrutiny. Especially the female workers, whose gazes subconsciously drifted toward a certain area of his brand-new black sweatpants.

Just then, the large loudspeaker hanging on the workshop wall suddenly emitted a sharp crackle of static.

“Zzzzt~ Hello, hello~”

Immediately after, the clear female voice of the announcer echoed throughout the entire factory area.

“Notice! Notice! Wang Fugui, please proceed immediately to Room 302 of the Factory Director's Guesthouse! Repeat, Wang Fugui, please proceed immediately to Room 302 of the Factory Director's Guesthouse. The Bosss Wife has important matters to discuss!”

Boom!

The entire workshop—no, the entire Hongda Electronics Factory—instantly erupted into chaos.

“Holy hell! Did you hear that? The Bosss Wife summoned him privately!”

“His pants just exploded yesterday, and today he's going inside? That speed is way too fast!”

An old hand spat sourly, winking at the worker next to him.

“Damn it, that Silly Big Guy is really going to be kept by a rich woman! Why bother moving cargo anymore? He can just work on the bed!”

Murmurs of envy, jealousy, disdain, and contempt merged into a massive wave of sound, nearly drowning Wang Fugui.

The reactions of the two people standing beside him were even more intense.

Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao, almost simultaneously, grabbed Wang Fugui's arms tightly, one on the left and one on the right.

“You can't go!”

Chen Yun's voice was icy, carrying an unquestionable forcefulness. She knew the methods of a woman like the Bosss Wife too well—she was a man-eating tigress who swallowed bones whole.

“That woman has ill intentions!”

“Brother!”

Lin Xiaocao was so anxious that tears were welling up in her eyes. She clung tightly to Wang Fugui's arm, lifting her tear-streaked face to plead.

“Don't go... please don't go... We have money, we aren't short of money...”

Seeing the two women acting as if they faced a great enemy, Wang Fugui felt both warmth and helplessness in his heart.

He patted Chen Yun's hand, then ruffled Lin Xiaocao's hair, flashing a simple, honest smile.

“I'm just going to see what kind of job the Bosss Wife needs done. Maybe it's moving something heavy.”

He lowered his voice, leaned close to their ears, and added solemnly in a volume only they could hear.

“Don't worry, I already have someone in my heart, I won't mess around.”

After speaking, under their astonished gazes, he gently pried open their hands and strode quickly toward the guesthouse.

I have someone in my heart.

That sentence simultaneously exploded like a brilliant firework in the hearts of Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao.

The two exchanged glances, both seeing the exact same expression of shyness and joy on the other's face.

Then, they both simultaneously let out a cold snort and turned their heads away.

Wang Fugui arrived at the factory guesthouse and found Room 302.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, “Dong, dong, dong.”

The door opened quickly, and a rich, high-end perfume scent wafted out.

The one who opened the door was precisely the Bosss Wife, Zhou Yufen.

She had changed out of her professional suit and was wearing only a silk, dark red nightgown. The neckline was very low, and her wet hair was loosely draped over her shoulders. Her whole being exuded the lazy sensuality of a mature woman who had just bathed.

“Come in, Little Wang.”

Zhou Yufen stepped aside, allowing Wang Fugui to enter the room.

The moment Wang Fugui stepped into the room, he felt his blood begin to flow faster.

The main lights were off, and only a dim yellow bedside lamp was lit. The air was filled with that scent that made his mouth go dry.

Zhou Yufen walked to the mini-fridge, took out a bottle of iced coke and handed it to him, while she poured herself half a glass of red wine and gently swirled it.

“Sit down, don't just stand there.”

She pointed to the sofa by the bed.

Wang Fugui sat down awkwardly, feeling completely ill at ease.

Zhou Yufen held her wine glass and paced in front of him, looking him up and down condescendingly.

“Little Wang, I heard all about what happened yesterday.”

Her voice carried a hint of amusement.

“Follow me from now on, stop suffering in that workshop. I'll arrange a position for you in the office—it's easy, respectable, and the pay is much higher than what you get now.”

Hearing this, Wang Fugui suddenly looked up.

He saw Zhou Yufen's toes painted with bright red nail polish, and the long, fair legs vaguely visible beneath the nightgown, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

This woman was too rich and too beautiful.

No man could resist her.

But another image flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

Lin Xiaocao's eyes, clear and pure without a trace of impurity, brimming with tears of fear.

And Chen Yun's perpetually cold face, which nonetheless showed vulnerability and dependence toward him—a stubborn face.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the heat surging within him.

He raised his head, scratched the back of his head, revealed his signature, simple—almost foolish—smile, and scooted his butt backward.

“Madam, I... I'm just a rough guy. I have great strength, I'm destined to move bricks.”

He chuckled.

“I can't handle those delicate office jobs. I'd just cause you trouble.”

Zhou Yufen looked at his impenetrable demeanor and, far from getting angry, burst out laughing.

She put down her wine glass, suddenly leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Wang Fugui's neck from behind, and pressed his entire head into the breathtaking softness of her chest.

“I just love this simple stubbornness of yours, and that inexhaustible strength!”

The next second, before Wang Fugui could react, that well-maintained, tender little hand suddenly reached out towards the magnificent sight she had witnessed yesterday!

She intended to make him submit in the most direct way!

However, her hand had barely made contact and hadn't had time to exert force.

“Bang!”

A muffled sound, like fabric being ripped apart by immense force.

Zhou Yufen felt an utterly irresistible, extremely savage force suddenly erupt from her palm!

It forcefully and violently bounced her hand away!

She was jolted back several steps by that force—“deng deng deng”—and plopped down onto the soft carpet, her wrist tingling.

Zhou Yufen was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at her hand, then looked up at the equally dumbfounded man.

Wang Fugui looked down, his mind blank.

H-he didn't mean to!

Shame and terror instantly overwhelmed him.

He let out a beast-like yell, turned and ran, forgetting even to close the door as he stumbled out.

Zhou Yufen sat on the floor, watching his panicked retreat, and only recovered her senses after several seconds.

She looked down at her reddened wrist, then recalled the terrifying strength from moments ago. A wave of unprecedented shuddering and excitement shot up from her tailbone to the crown of her head.

“Monster... truly a monster...”

She muttered to herself, breathing rapidly, her cheeks flushed with a feverish red.

Wang Fugui rushed out of the guesthouse in a sorry state, running wildly down the corridor, desperate to get as far away from that terrifying woman as possible.

He had just rushed around the corner of the corridor.

“Bang!”

He slammed headfirst into a soft yet elastic “wall.”

No, two walls.

Dazed, he raised his head, coming face-to-face with two familiar, yet frost-covered, pretty faces.

Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao, one on the left and one on the right, blocked his path like two door gods.

They had clearly followed him all the way here.

The two women first froze when they saw him disheveled, red-faced, and looking panicked, as if he had been violated.

Immediately afterward, their gazes simultaneously dropped to his loose sweatpants.

Both women's breaths hitched at the same moment.

The air completely solidified at this moment.