dkrc Chapter 67 Heart-Pounding Baby
Chapter 67 Heart-Pounding Baby
Dong Xinghui's rise to prominence in Sui County wasn't due to boasting; he truly had some real skills.
Although he didn't completely win over Song Jiehui this time, he wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, holding a wine glass and pestering Song Jiehui to "deepen their relationship".
I'm afraid that with that kind of magnanimity, not just anyone can do it.
Moreover, this bastard's alcohol tolerance is bottomless, and his tricks for urging others to drink are endless.
"Director Song, not giving me face is disrespecting my company's more than 5,000 employees."
"When you're in the game, loyalty is key. Drink this, and if you ever need anything in Suicheng, Director Song, just say the word and I'll take care of it."
"If the feelings are deep, you have to drink it all in one gulp. That's the rule in Sui County. You can't let fish swim in your wine glass."
The barrage of both soft and hard tactics leaves no room for escape.
Song Jiehui was the man of the house at work, and no one dared to force him to drink.
But in front of Dong Xinghui, a seasoned veteran, they were still too green. They were quickly put on the hot plate and soon became red-faced and swollen-necked like Guan Yu.
Fortunately, Song Jiehui still had some strength left and managed to hold on.
In contrast, after a few glasses of baijiu, Tang Xin's fair face immediately flushed red, her eyes began to glaze over, and the strength with which she pushed the wine away became increasingly weak, as if she had no bones.
Lin Chen saw that she was confused but quite beautiful, and wanted to help her, but was blocked by the woman named "Xiao Yu".
This woman knew how to handle things. She stood in front of Lin Chen with her chest puffed out and said, "Secretary Lin, you're so young to be a leader's secretary. I'd like to offer you a toast separately. You won't refuse to give me that face, will you?"
"We're all secretaries, so there's no distinction between us." Having no other choice, Lin Chen deliberately started chatting with her to drink less.
I learned that she came from a poor family, with a sick mother, a gambling father, and a younger brother who was still very young.
She had no choice but to follow Dong Xinghui.
Lin Chen initially felt sorry for her, but after hearing about her younger brother, he realized what was going on and made a hasty escape from Xiao Yu's entanglement.
This is what I mean by turning around.
Tang Xin was found to be surrounded by several people. Her breathing was slightly rapid, and there were obvious traces of alcohol on her chest. She had already vomited, but these people still wouldn't let her go.
"Enough! A bunch of grown men bullying a woman, have you no shame?" Lin Chen stood in front of her and pulled her out.
"Secretary Lin, if you want to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, then you should drink this wine." These bastards were being aggressive.
Lin Chen's momentum remained undiminished: "I'm leaving now. I'll let you off the hook today, otherwise you'll all have to be carried back."
After saying that, he ignored them and pulled Tang Xin out.
On the other side, Song Jiehui was completely drunk and started hugging Dong Xinghui, calling him brother and talking nonsense. Dong Xinghui, acting as if nothing was wrong, said to Song Jiehui, "Brother Song, we should keep in touch more often in the future. I'll need your help with this sewage disposal."
Song Jiehui patted his chest and assured him, "Don't...don't worry! There's...no problem!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat. Knowing that things would get out of hand if he continued, he quickly stepped forward to support Song Jiehui: "Director Song, you're drunk. I'll take you home."
Song Jiehui was fairly cooperative, being half-supported and half-carried by Lin Chen as he walked out. Tang Xin, though also in a frenzy, was still able to move on her own.
Dong Xinghui tried to feign concern by asking Xiaoyu to escort them upstairs to "rest," but Lin Chen coldly refused, saying, "Boss Dong, no need to be so polite. I'll take good care of them."
Seeing that Song Jiehui was completely drunk, Dong Xinghui was satisfied and released him.
After finally managing to get the two into the car, they hadn't driven far when Song Jiehui, who had been drunk, suddenly sat up straight, shook his head vigorously, patted his face, took a pill, and instantly sobered up considerably.
It seems that Song Jiehui was only half-drunk and pretending to be drunk. But thinking about it, it makes sense. If he wasn't like that, he probably wouldn't be able to get away unscathed today.
Moreover, with so many drinking parties and dinners, what would happen if they got drunk every day?
Song Jiehui regained his composure and turned to Lin Chen, saying, "Lin Chen, you did well today. It's a good thing I called you along; if it weren't for you, we might not have escaped unscathed. That Dong Xinghui is utterly worthless."
After he finished speaking, he cursed a couple more times.
"I just stumbled upon this by accident, like a dead cat running into a mouse. As long as nothing bad happens, that's fine." Lin Chen didn't want to take credit.
Song Jiehui nodded in approval: "Of all the people in the office, you're the quickest-witted. You should be more involved in company affairs in the future, and I'll give you more responsibilities when the time is right."
Seriously, you're a real jerk! I did you such a big favor, and instead of helping me out, you're making things harder for me?
"Director Tang, how are you feeling?" Seeing that Lin Chen didn't speak, Song Jiehui turned to Tang Xin with concern.
As soon as Tang Xin got into the car, she held her head and leaned back in her seat. Now, she looked up and said, her face pale, "Director Song, I'm fine, it's just that my head hurts a little."
"Okay, Lao Li, just drop me off up ahead. Lin Chen, you're in charge of getting Director Tang home safely."
Director Song lived nearby and got off the car quickly, leaving only Lin Chen and Tang Xin behind him.
Tang Xin had drunk too much, and the alcohol was starting to take effect. She felt unwell, her brows furrowed, and her head unconsciously rested on Lin Chen's shoulder.
Lin Chen caught a whiff of her fragrance and simply adjusted his position slightly to make her more comfortable. As the vehicle bumped along, her hair brushed against his neck, tickling him and making his head tingle.
When they arrived at the apartment building, Tang Xin could barely walk on her own. Lin Chen half-supported, half-carried her out of the elevator, retrieved the keys from behind her, and struggled to open the door.
You don't know why she puts the keys in her back pocket; isn't she afraid of getting them stuck in her skin?
Upon entering, one finds a simply yet cozy apartment, almost devoid of any trace of a man.
Everything belonged to her alone; she didn't even have men's slippers.
Lin Chen knew that Tang Xin had gotten married at a young age. Her husband was her college classmate, an artist who had gone to Shanghai several years ago and never returned.
However, they did not get divorced.
Sometimes you really can't understand what so-called artists are thinking. Why would they leave such a beautiful wife at home to pursue art? It's really baffling.
Lin Chen helped her to the sofa and wanted to pour her a glass of water. Just as he turned around, his wrist was grabbed by a slightly cool and soft hand.
"Don't go..." Tang Xin's voice was hoarse and fragile from being drunk. Her eyes weren't fully open; she was just clinging to him by feel. "My head is so dizzy... I feel so awful..."
Lin Chen sighed, squatted down, and looked at her: "I'll go get you some water."
"No..." She pulled him closer with force, towards her sick kitten.
Caught off guard, Lin Chen leaned forward. To avoid crushing her large breasts, he could only brace himself on the back of the sofa. The distance between them instantly became extremely close, and he could almost feel her breath, which was tinged with alcohol.
Only a dim floor lamp was on in the living room, its light ambiguously outlining Tang Xin's tall and shapely figure, just the right amount of beauty.
Lin Chen's throat was a little dry.
Tang Xin's cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted due to dryness, and her eyelashes trembled. Her usual shrewdness and competence had faded away, revealing a rare vulnerability.
This woman, whether naturally beautiful or well-maintained, has fair and rosy skin.
Only when Lin Chen reached his age did he realize how exceptional such a young woman was.
"Lin Chen..." she murmured his name, her other hand unconsciously stroking his cheek, her fingertips slightly cool. "You look...so handsome today..."
Lin Chen was a little embarrassed by what she said, and quickly grabbed her restless hand: "Director Tang, you're drunk, calm down."
"I'm not drunk..." she retorted, but it sounded more like she was being coquettish. Her fingertips, which he was holding, gently scratched his palm. "Only you would dare to stand up to Dong Xinghui like that... Director Song... was actually quite scared... But you, you're like you've got water in your head... You're really fearless, and you don't respect me at all."
Her words were illogical, yet they conveyed a deep sincerity. Looking at her face so close to his, Lin Chen felt a chord gently plucked in his heart.
He recalled that at the dinner table earlier that day, she had kicked him several times under the table. It was less of a way of stopping him and more of a reminder, as if she was worried that he might impulsively cause trouble.
"Director Tang, you didn't hold back at all when you kicked me just now. I suspect you're taking revenge on me for not obeying your orders."
Tang Xin chuckled, looking at him with hazy eyes: "I didn't mean to kick the first time, and I hit it... The second time... I did it on purpose... but I missed."
Her voice trailed off, her hands freeing themselves from Lin Chen's grasp and sliding to the back of his neck, where she hugged him tightly: "But when you pinched me... I remember... It's been a long time since anyone treated me like that."
The way this was said somehow became ambiguous. Could this woman have some kind of fetish?
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the intertwined sounds of breathing and heartbeats. Alcohol, mixed with some long-suppressed emotions, fermented and evaporated in the confined space.
Unexpectedly, the usually aloof Director Tang had this side to her. Lin Chen quickly restrained himself, composed himself, and struggled to get up to pour Tang Xin a glass of water.
Tang Xin drank a glass of water, seemingly becoming more sober. She sat up straight, looking at Lin Chen with a complex expression, carrying an indescribable meaning.
"Lin Chen, even though Director Song is about to compromise, why are you so insistent? Aren't you afraid of being targeted?"
Tang Xin sometimes couldn't understand Lin Chen's behavior and always felt that he was different from others.
Lin Chen's tone was calm yet firm: "Some bottom lines have to be upheld by someone. I know I'm just a nobody, but nobodys have their own backbone."
Tang Xin's gaze softened instantly, locking onto him like a hook. Lin Chen felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and quickly changed the subject: "Is your partner... not home?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xin's face immediately darkened, her tone filled with disgust: "Don't mention him, it's disgusting. I've considered him dead for a long time."
"Oh." Lin Chen didn't know what to say for a moment. Lin Chen had also heard about Tang Xin and her husband's story, and there were many versions of it.
One of the reasons was that her husband thought she was promiscuous, that she went out drinking with clients every day, that she cheated on him, and that he ran off to Shanghai and abandoned her.
"Lin Chen, do you also think I'm a promiscuous woman who uses my body to climb the social ladder?" Tang Xin seemed to have seen through Lin Chen's thoughts and asked this question.
Lin Chen actually thought so, but he couldn't say it to her face, so he could only comfort her: "A beautiful woman might be able to become a specialist just by relying on her body, but to become a director, it's impossible without some skills."
Tang Xin seemed to be defending herself: "I admit that I did put in a lot of effort in the past to get by in the workplace. As a woman, that's all I could do. But it's not my fault that I'm pretty, and I still held onto my bottom line."
Holding onto the last line? That means you were still taken advantage of, just not exposed yet.
Damn, what a pity.
Seeing that Lin Chen remained silent, Tang Xin said quietly, "How could a man leave for years without coming home?"
Lin Chen could only casually reply, "He's working hard outside, perhaps because he wants to give you a better life."
"Bullshit, they're just pursuing their own desires. What art, what dreams, it's all selfish. But it's fine, I can live well on my own."
Lin Chen was speechless: "Then you two must not be from the same world. Separating is better for both of you."
"Yeah, I should have realized it a long time ago, Lin Chen. And you, why aren't you married yet? I don't think I've ever seen you dating."
"I don't want to."
"Is it that you don't want to, or that you can't?" Tang Xin actually joked.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's going too far. Do you want to try it?" Lin Chen threatened her.
Her drunken haze carried a bold probing quality. She tilted her head back slightly and slowly moved closer to Lin Chen's body, her warm breath brushing against his lips.
"Okay, let's give it a try."
Holy crap! Even if the uncle could tolerate it, the aunt couldn't either. Lin Chen also stared at her defiantly and slowly approached.
No one managed to avoid it.
The moment their lips touched, the soft, moist touch, carrying the scent of wine, made Lin Chen lose his mind instantly. He didn't care anymore and hugged her tightly. She seemed to desire him even more than Lin Chen, and her body reacted more and more intensely.
Just as she grabbed the zipper of his pants, Lin Chen squeezed his muscles tightly, his hoarse voice strained: "Director Tang."
Tang Xin, already in a state of emotional turmoil, refused to let go of Lin Chen and said, "Call me 'Heart-in-the-Wall Baby'."
This sentence was like a catalyst; Lin Chen was completely captivated.
the next morning.
Lin Chen got up and saw Tang Xin sleeping beside him. For some reason, he ran away.
Tang Xin lay on the bed, watching Lin Chen's "escape" figure. A smile that seemed both disappointed and knowing appeared on her lips. She slowly closed her eyes and muttered under her breath, "What a coward..."
After leaving Tang Xin's house, Lin Chen felt as if he had been transported to another world.
I feel particularly heavy-hearted.
This is a married woman, Lin Chen, what are you capable of?
I went back home and quickly washed up.
As soon as Lin Chen entered the company building, he saw Tang Xin standing at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator. She was wearing a well-tailored business suit, her hair was neatly combed, and she had delicate makeup on her face. The drunkenness and vulnerability she had shown last night had vanished without a trace, and she had returned to being the aloof and capable Director Tang.
Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and walk up the stairs, but the elevator arrived with a "ding".
Tang Xin glanced up and saw him, her eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, then she regained her composure and walked straight into the elevator as if she hadn't seen him.
Lin Chen braced himself and followed them inside. The elevator doors slowly closed, leaving only the two of them in the cramped space. The air seemed to freeze, the awkwardness palpable.
Lin Chen pretended to close his eyes and rest, cursing himself eight hundred times in his heart last night. "Serves you right for being impulsive and losing control. Now look what happened."
What should we do next?
Tang Xin crossed her arms, stared straight ahead, and pursed her lips, looking very businesslike, but a faint blush crept up her ears.
Last night's scenes kept replaying in my mind uncontrollably: her grabbing his hand and acting coquettishly, taking the initiative to get close to his lips, and even making him call her "Tangxin Baby"... It was so embarrassing!
The elevator slowly ascended, and every second felt like an eternity.
Lin Chen wanted to say something to break the silence, but the words stuck in his throat. He felt awkward no matter what he said.
Just as the elevator was about to reach Lin Chen's floor, Tang Xin suddenly spoke, her voice still cold, but with a hint of barely perceptible stiffness: "Yours, right? It fell onto the bed."
Lin Chen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded after seeing clearly, "Yes, thank you."
At that moment, Lin Chen was truly shocked. This was the USB drive where Lin Chen wrote his novels; he usually stored his writing on it while secretly typing at the company. Besides his novels, there were also several gigabytes of adult films on it—it was truly unbelievable.
"You're welcome." Tang Xin said succinctly, then shut her mouth again, and the atmosphere fell silent once more.
The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and Lin Chen, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly said, "Director Tang, I've arrived. I'll be going now."
Lin Chen fled the elevator as if he were escaping.
Tang Xin returned to her office, shaking her head in frustration and self-loathing, deciding to just consider it a moment of indulgence.