Chapter 150: A Little Romance in the Room (1/2)

Zhao Qingfeng had been drinking a lot of Maotai recently.

If his memory served correctly, Maotai’s stock was listed around July or August of 2001.

After about a month of fluctuations, its average valuation was around 27.

Assuming an investment of 300,000 yuan, without considering accumulated dividends, and based on a future price of 1700 yuan per share 20 years later, the value of the stocks would reach 70 million yuan.

Young people might not understand why a liquor stock could soar by hundreds to thousands of times in twenty years.

But Zhao Qingfeng understood.

Beyond being a luxury item, Maotai’s significance was also tied to social etiquette.

In some situations, even if Stephen Hawking arrived, he would have to stand up to toast.

If Messi wanted to play on the field, aside from giving gifts, drinking Maotai was also an essential ritual.

Shen Lingyao, of course, didn’t understand these things and thought Zhao Qingfeng was talking nonsense.

She pulled him back to the study, intending to review some key topics she had missed over the past two days, but Zhao Qingfeng was already drunk.

At Shangri-La earlier, he hadn’t drunk much, fearing he might embarrass himself while intoxicated.

But at home, there were no such concerns.

Moreover, today was a particularly good day to drink more.

For the first time, he had received full approval from his future father-in-law. How could he not drink a bit more?

“Brother Qingfeng, you’re drunk!”

Seeing him slouched in the chair with a drunken smile, Shen Lingyao quickly went to the window.

“Hmm…”

Zhao Qingfeng, with his eyes half-closed, watched her every move with eyes full of love.

At this moment, she stood in front of the window, dressed in a loose white nightgown.

The breeze through the window lifted her black hair like ink and brushed against her white shoulders.

When she turned around,

Her sexy collarbones and the perky front were so eye-catching.

Her beautiful face carried a bit of pity and reproach.

Those pure, sweet, and watery eyes made Zhao Qingfeng’s heart flutter.

“Silly Bee, big goof, how old are you to think you can outdrink my dad and Uncle Biao?”

“Don’t you know to drink less? Every time someone raises a glass, you chug it, really dumb!”

“Did I see you smoke just now? Stinky, no smoking from now on!”

“Why the frown, does your head hurt? Humph, since dad is happy today, I, the princess, will be generous and give you a good rub!”

Shen Lingyao babbled like a little wife beside him.

To this,

Zhao Qingfeng felt one word could describe his feelings—happiness.

Despite a trace of complaint in her tone,

Don’t forget, when a man is drunk, having a woman nag and take care of him is in itself a very happy thing.

“Harder…”

Zhao Qingfeng enjoyed the massage, his vision gradually blurring.

“No!”

Shen Lingyao said no, but her hands involuntarily applied more force.

“I’m thirsty…”

Zhao Qingfeng was always thirsty after drinking.

“Bad Bee, not only are you picky about the massage, but you also dare to have me serve you water, wait till you’re sober, I’ll make you treat me to a hundred ice creams!”

Shen Lingyao playfully scolded and hurried out to get a cup of water.

Zhao Qingfeng was too weak to pick up the cup himself.

So she had to feed him water personally.

What was supposed to be a simple task, however, Zhao Qingfeng either intentionally or accidentally knocked over the cup.

Water spilled onto his shirt.

Shen Lingyao instinctively began to wipe it off, muttering, “You, you big dummy, so troublesome, now I have to wipe your chest. Wait till you’re sober, I won’t let you off!”

After speaking,

She hurriedly ran to the bathroom to wash the towel.

Shen Kuo and Feng Biao continued their singing and dancing, with a breakdance and Latin dance showdown, causing Ding Xiang and Qingfeng’s mother to clap and laugh beside them.

Although they noticed Shen Lingyao’s busy figure, they said nothing, just exchanged satisfied smiles.

Shen Lingyao quickly returned to the room with water and, after washing the towel, placed it aside and began unbuttoning Zhao Qingfeng’s shirt.

Her movements were gentle, her gaze drifting over Zhao Qingfeng’s body. His handsome face flushed, his strong Adam’s apple moving gently as he swallowed, and after removing his shirt, the slight muscular contours and fair skin on his chest were all captured by Shen Lingyao’s eyes.

“…”

After watching for a while, her hands involuntarily rested gently on his chest, caressing.

Warm.

Scalding.

This made her cheeks flush in an instant, her heart racing, feeling as if a little rabbit was sprinting in her chest.

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