Chapter 33.3: You Are Not Allowed to Touch Her
Ren Yan slid into his office chair, while Lei Zhenzi leaned
back in the leather chair in front of his desk. He crossed his legs and said,
"Chu Qianmiao, that girl, hey, she's really interesting!" Then he
lowered them again, letting them hang open, lazily leaning back in his chair, a
smile on his face. "I really like this girl's personality!"
Ren Yan ignored him, watching him stoically tossing his legs
around.
"Hey, Ren, didn't you want to talk to me about
something? Go ahead!" Lei Zhenzi slumped in his chair and glared at Ren
Yan.
"Put away your flirtation," Ren Yan said,
expressionless and cold. "I called you here to tell you not to mess with
that girl in the conference room." He paused, his voice growing colder.
"If you dare mess with her again, you'll find out."
His threat was blunt and direct, but it made Lei Zhenzi grow
stronger, and he sat up straight.
Lei Zhenzi straightened up, leaned forward, and leaned over
Ren Yan's desk. He shot him another glare: "What? Is she your type?"
Ren Yan looked at him, suppressed his emotion for two
seconds, and replied, "No." After a pause, he added, "But you
can't let her become a leftover you'll eat for the sake of novelty and then
throw away. After all, you're not going to marry her, right?"
Lei Zhenzi raised an eyebrow in displeasure: "We're
both single. If you only say that about me, you're being disingenuous!"
Ren Yan stared intently into his eyes and told him, or
rather, warned him, very seriously: "Even if I were to find a girlfriend,
I'd choose someone who shares my single-mindedness. But the woman in the
conference room is clearly different. She wants to have a family and children.
So, if it's her, you can't touch her."
His face was stern and his voice was cold, as if he was
about to start a fight. It was quite creepy.
But Lei Zhenzi wasn't afraid of him. He suddenly cracked up
and asked, "What if I want to get married because of her? Am I not allowed
to touch her?"
Ren Yan looked at him, as if he were lucky, and after a long
pause, he said, "Let's talk about this when you're sure you really want to
get married."
Lei Zhenzi left his desk and leaned back, his nerves gone.
He slumped back in his chair, staring at Ren Yan with a
grin. Suddenly, he said, "Ren, if you really like her, just go for
it."
Ren Yan's face faltered, as if struck by something.
"You know my situation."
The smile on Lei Zhenzi's face vanished. His expression was
altered, a hint of anger on his face.
"Do you plan to carry that emotional baggage forever?
It's been so long!" His temper flared, and he couldn't stop. "For so
long, you've suppressed your emotions, controlled your feelings. Even though
you dress nicely, your life is dull and boring. Do you know what you are?
You're not some white-collar elite; you're just this city's glamorously dressed
ascetic! Who are you keeping your chastity for? Should I give you a
memorial?"
Lei Zhenzi's usually radiant face was now filled with
resentment and anger.
"You want me to stay away from her? Fine, go ahead. I
won't touch my brother's woman!"
Ren Yan ignored him, looking at him calmly and controlled.
His calmness and control only infuriated Lei Zhenzi further.
"Ren Yan, I'm asking you, have you ever thought about your future goals?
When will this state of your life end?"
Ren Yan spoke up this time. He replied to Lei Zhenzi,
"I haven't thought about it. I don't have any ideas. I just keep moving
forward, one step at a time. Hungry stomach urges you to eat, and poor hands
urge you to earn money. Isn't that what life is all about? Your instincts lead
you to meet your basic needs. Isn't that enough? Why ask for more?"
Lei Zhenzi was so frustrated by his words that he lost his
temper. He sighed and asked, "Don't you feel lonely living like
this?"
Ren Yan gave him a cold smile.
"Let me tell you, loneliness isn't the most terrifying
thing in this world; it's the feeling of indebtedness that is."
Back home that evening, Chu Qianmiao handed the used phone she'd bought from Lei Zhenzi to Gu Miaoyu, telling her it was made by a suave
and charming friend of the badass Ren Yan.
Gu Miaoyu was overjoyed, holding up her phone and praising,
"That badass Ren Yan's buddy is such a nice guy. His name is Lei Feng,
right?"
Chu Qianmiao looked at her and said, "You know what?
His last name is really Lei, but it's the name of another great man—Lei
Zhenzi."
Gu Miaoyu was stunned for a second, then laughed so hard
that she was shaking from side to side.
Chu Qianmiao then told her all sorts of anecdotes about Lei
Zhenzi: how he was a promiscuous man, how easily he fell for women, and how
genuine his feelings were. Whenever he fell for a woman, he'd spare no expense,
lavishing her with gifts: diamonds, gold, jewelry, cars—everything, until she
was completely captivated. And when he wanted to break up, he'd help her down
before breaking up, so she wouldn't get hurt. So, he was a thoughtful and
unusual person in the world of romance.
When she heard about the gift-giving, Gu Miaoyu became
thoughtful. Then she suddenly said, "Miaomiao, come on! It's been a while
since we played a quiz game. Let's do one! Remember, don't think, just
answer!"
"OK!" Chu Qianmiao jogged on the spot, trying to
get herself ready.
"Quick answer! Who's richer? Lei Zhenzi or Ren
Yan?!"
"Lei Zhenzi!"
"Who's got a better temper? Lei Zhenzi or Ren
Yan?!"
"Lei Zhenzi!"
"Who sold us a used phone? Lei Zhenzi or Ren
Yan?!"
"Lei Zhenzi!"
"If you fell into the river, who would you pull in with
you? Lei Zhenzi or Ren Yan?!"
"Ren Yan!"
After answering, Chu Qianmiao and Gu Miaoyu stared at each
other.
After a long pause, Chu Qianmiao said, "I never thought
I hated Ren Yan so much. Haha, hahaha!"
Gu Miaoyu patted her shoulder. "Yeah, even my previous
three questions didn't distract you from your choice. You really hate him to
death and want to die with him!"
Chu Qianmiao: "..."
"Okay," Gu Miaoyu said. "Now I'm not worried
about you being seduced by that playboy. It seems like he'll have a hard time
trying to slip a phone under your feet as a gift. So, I'll use this phone with
confidence!"
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