The study was filled with smoke.
After smoking two cigarettes, Li Jun called his assistant, "I’m busy recently. Postpone all the work after tomorrow, and I’ll handle everything uniformly after the holiday."
The assistant didn’t ask much, following the instructions.
...
The next morning, Zong Yue didn’t have to work. She lounged in bed until 9:30 before strolling into the dining room looking for food.
Li Jun had already gone to the office. As usual, she prepared to open the fridge for bread and milk. After taking a few steps, she noticed steam droplets on the warming cover on the table.
Zong Yue suspiciously opened the lid and saw warm milk and a fried egg toast on the plate, causing her to look slightly surprised.
This was unprecedented.
Zong Yue bit her lip, took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Li Jun via WeChat.
Yue You Xin An: Brother Jun, did you prepare this?
Li Jun didn’t reply instantly, but within three or four minutes, he sent a response: Yes, eat it while it’s hot.
Zong Yue picked up the chopsticks to poke the soft bread. It wasn’t just decoration, it was real.
Hmm... What’s up with him?
Zong Yue held a glass of milk and sipped it. Her phone rang again.
Brother Jun: Pack your bags in the afternoon if you have ti.
Yue You Xin An: Where to? [Confused]
Brother Jun: Island.
Yue You Xin An: Isn’t your unit busy?
Brother Jun: It’s vacation.
Zong Yue stared at the three words on her phone full of suspicion, feeling sothing strange.
Every year, during Spring Festival, he’s busy until New Year’s Eve. This year, already... on vacation?
Zong Yue frowned with so difficulty. After breakfast, she called Zong Zhan, "Third Uncle, I can’t go to the Imperial Capital tomorrow."
Zong Zhan seed to be outside. The wind noise was loud in the receiver, "What? You’re learning to stand up too?"
This comnt was sowhat provocative.
Zong Yue pursed her lips and said she didn’t dare. After hesitating for a few seconds, she added, "It’s because there’s sothing going on at ho."
Zong Zhan let out a chuckle, "Are you sure it’s not Li Jun who has sothing going on?"
Zong Yue: "..."
She couldn’t find an excuse, but her silence was taken as an admission.
Zong Zhan clenched his cheek, "Zong Xiaoyue, you’ll spoil him into a useless person sooner or later."
Before Zong Yue could reply, the call was cut off.
At this ti, in the Imperial Capital, Zong Zhan bent over to get into the jeep, and when he turned his head, he saw Xi Luo with a cigarette between her lips, smoking leisurely.
"Who allowed you to smoke in the car?"
Xi Luo, with black nail polish, flicked her cigarette ash out the window carelessly, "Chief, since when did you say no smoking in the car?"
Zong Zhan’s face darkened, and he said word by word, "Put out the cigarette."
Xi Luo ignored him and blew a puff of smoke in his face, "If you can’t stand smoking, you might as well kick out. Why make things difficult for yourself?"
"Provocation?" Zong Zhan reached out, snatched the slender woman’s cigarette, and flicked it out the window, "I’m sick of talking about contractual spirit."
"Thud, thud, thud—"
The window of the driver’s seat was knocked three tis forcefully. An elderly sanitation worker raised a small wooden clip, "Young man, do you know this district is non-smoking, and you dare to litter cigarette butts? Next ti, there’ll be a fifty fine."
Xi Luo laughed mischievously and playfully next to him, while Zong Zhan gritted his teeth and apologized, quickly starting the engine to leave the street.
From the back of the car, the sanitation worker glanced at the license plate with five ones, mumbling, "Oh, it’s still a Capital A plate, yet the manners are just so-so."
Xi Luo’s window wasn’t rolled up yet, and she overheard the sanitation worker’s sarcasm. She crossed her legs, propped her head, and clicked her tongue, "Tsk tsk, I always thought Chief Zong was so famous in the Imperial Capital that no one didn’t know him, turns out not."
"Xi Luo, if you didn’t speak, you could indeed seem like a good woman."
"Really?" Xi Luo flipped her wavy long hair, "Your definition of a good woman is really superficial. Haven’t you seen quiet ladies?"
This "lady" naturally had dual anings.
Zong Zhan cast a disdainful glance at her, "Which good woman uses dirty talk so freely?"
Xi Luo was silent for a few seconds, leaned sideways with her shoulder against the seatback, and her smile grew brighter, "Chief Zong, I find that you n like to impose labels on won? In your eyes, if a woman doesn’t smoke or drink, and revolves around you n every day, she’s a good woman?"
"Pretty much." Zong Zhan replied matter-of-factly.
Xi Luo imdiately chuckled, "Then you n are shaless, showing arrogance and self-righteousness with a single sentence. Where does that confidence co from?"
Zong Zhan slamd the brakes, stopping the car by the roadside, coldly glaring at Xi Luo, "With your unruly sharpness, can those little puppy love boys stand you?"
"Whether they can stand or not, at least they’re obedient and sensible, and won’t easily discuss nauseous topics with , like good or bad won."
Zong Zhan’s Adam’s apple slid, his tone lightened a bit, "You sure talk big."
Xi Luo pulled out a cigarette pack from her pocket again, ignoring Zong Zhan’s warnings, and self-importantly lit up and took a puff, "n dislike won, forcing themselves to assu they’re bad. Whatever won do, it’s bad in your eyes.
I call you shallow, and you won’t admit it. Let’s put it this way, in many people’s eyes, your niece Zong Yue is a good woman, yet do you think her fate is good? She married a rigid old man, revolving around him all day, and you people prefer that?"
Zong Zhan responded with silence, mainly because he couldn’t think of a counterargunt.
Xi Luo didn’t need him to speak, sarcastically smoking. "Li Qiao smokes, drinks, fights, dabbles in it all. Try saying she’s not a good woman? Chief Zong, wake up already. Won who rely on n aren’t necessarily good, and those who are self-reliant aren’t necessarily unmarriable."
Having said that, Xi Luo felt unsatisfied, exhaled smoke toward his face again, "Rember? Next ti you start with good or bad won, I don’t mind recording it for Li Qiao to hear, and let her Archbishop see."
Zong Zhan dangerously narrowed his eyes, his smile slightly cold, "Do you even think you can compare to Zong Yue?"
"Indeed, I can’t." Xi Luo leaned back against the seat, wiggling her toes, "With her kind of quietly enduring behavior for a man, I couldn’t match it. If she’s your benchmark for a good woman, I bow out."
Xi Luo felt nothing towards Zong Yue, to be precise, she looked down on her overly soft nature.
She liked everything challenging and exciting.
Like Li Qiao, like Bai Yan.
Burning oneself to illuminate others was a stupid thing Xi Luo couldn’t do.
So she’d rather be rebellious and cunning, at least carefree and unrestrained.
This world is too unfriendly to won, trapping them in moral rules, without anyone asking if it’s right.
Like Zong Yue, with health issues she doesn’t dare to ntion, fearing derision and rejection.
Xi Luo must be out of her mind to choose to be a good woman!
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