20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3624 Wang Meihong's Depression
Once the plane entered the stratosphere, Zhao Chang'an stood up and stretched. Although his private cabin offered excellent privacy, its small size made him feel cramped and inconvenient.

Last night, Xia Wenzhuo was like a wildcat, demanding so much that she fell asleep. Even in her sleep, she set an alarm to wake up in the middle of the night and continue to want more. Then, before getting out of bed this morning, they had another battle. They did it again while taking a shower. After getting dressed, Zhao Chang'an saw her change into a blazer, a pencil skirt, and black stockings, and couldn't resist having sex with her on the sofa again.

Although Zhao Chang'an was known for his exceptional abilities, he was feeling somewhat tired and uncertain about the upcoming trip to Europe. He couldn't sleep, and although he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually quite anxious inside.

He sat down again, waiting for the flight attendants to bring him tea and snacks, gazing at the shrinking earth below.

She couldn't help but think back to when she first transmigrated to this life. Although she was in dire straits, she was full of vigor and had boundless desire and enthusiasm for the future.

After that, it was like plunging headfirst into the ocean. If you don't go in, you'll sink. For the past four years, I've been swimming desperately. Before I knew it, I had achieved remarkable success, but I had also swum into the deep sea.

Stopping to rest is a pipe dream; all we can do is desperately swim towards the vast and unfathomable horizon.

Although if he were to return to that early spring of his senior year in March, he would still plunge into the sea and swim desperately, it seems that at this moment, he yearns even more for a different kind of leisurely life.

For example, be more honest in your senior year of high school, and don't suddenly become so exaggerated and radical, or write big-character posters to accuse Xia Wenyang.

Instead, they went to and from school every day, studied hard, and enjoyed the precious three months of their final sprint in their senior year of high school, a time filled with both poverty and hope.

Don't pay any attention to Zeng Xiaoxiao. Take the test papers you secretly finish at home out and dispose of them properly. Don't provoke Liu Cui either. Of course, you can be a good student who is not good at studying but has a sense of responsibility and report the wall incident to the school.

Once he achieves outstanding results in the college entrance examination, he will immediately soar to new heights, choosing Fudan University again. However, he will no longer be a plagiarist, stealing other people's songs.

Don't get involved with so many women like you do now, and don't try to get involved in every business field. Instead, focus on one industry and live a more relaxed life as a wealthy upstart in the business world.

"Heh, just thinking about it!"

Zhao Chang'an only thought about it with envy before laughing and denying it himself. The logic was sound, and he understood the comfort aspect, but he would still push forward with the things that needed to be done, even if he were to return to that point in time.

However, as he progresses, he will become more adept at navigating the process, avoiding some pitfalls and certain individuals.

At least he wouldn't tell Dang Chenying about Yue Pangzi's polluting factory, which ruined a rising star in politics, causing him to fade into obscurity before he could even rise to prominence.

"Come in."

He heard a knock on the door and raised his voice to say something.

A blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and curvaceous flight attendant smiled as she pushed open the private compartment door, holding a small cart full of snacks and drinks.

Zhao Chang'an ordered a hot coffee and a bag of "Silly Melon Seeds" when he saw Yang Yixin appear at the door with a smile.

Yang Yixin ordered a bottle of chilled Sprite and a plate of strawberries. She sat opposite Zhao Chang'an, and when she saw the flight attendant close the door and leave, she took off her shoes and put her feet on Zhao Chang'an's thighs, laughing as she said, "That flight attendant has a really nice butt." "Nice butt? I didn't notice."

Zhao Chang'an wasn't lying. He certainly noticed that the flight attendant had a very shapely bottom, a great figure, and fair skin. Back when he wasn't teaching at home, his wife, Li Shiya, lived at school and couldn't come home even once a week. His daughter was in high school, so he would send her to school before dawn and pick her up around 10 p.m.

Zhao Chang'an, who felt bored at home during the day, would sometimes watch some movies to relax. For a while, he especially liked watching movies featuring young Western princesses with blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and slender figures. He devoted a lot of his enthusiasm to this.

However, in reality, in the past two years, he has encountered many women who are considered exceptional even by Westerners, but he has never been interested in them. To date, he has only had two Western women with whom he has had in-depth relationships.

Because he discovered that he truly preferred Asian women.

He looked down and touched Yang Yixin's small, soft, and fleshy feet, feeling that this was the one he truly loved, unlike when he was with Western women, he could never muster much passion.

Zhao Chang'an's large hand caressed Yang Yixin's stockings, making her body go weak. She had originally wanted to say a few more words, but at this moment, her emotions were stirred, and she no longer had the mood for it.

So Zhao Chang'an first put Yang Yixin's feet down, put the cups, melon seeds, and strawberries on the folding table aside, folded the table up, and Yang Yixin, her pretty face flushed, knew what Zhao Chang'an wanted to do. She pursed her thin lips, stood up, walked to the side, and watched Zhao Chang'an put the two sofas together to make a bed that was neither too big nor too small.

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After seeing Zhao Chang'an and the others off at the airport, Xia Wenzhuo got into the car and immediately felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness wash over her in the back seat.

He said with his eyes closed, "To the martial arts school."

Then I went to sleep.

Wang Meihong glanced at Xia Wenzhuo in the rearview mirror. As Xia Wenzhuo's junior apprentice and bodyguard, she had slept in the room next to Xia Wenzhuo and Zhao Chang'an's room last night, sharing a room with Wei Xuena.

Wei Xuena slept soundly last night, but she suffered from insomnia.

As a martial arts master who, like Zhao Chang'an, had mastered the art of "a gentleman does not use weapons," the creaking sounds from the next room were pure torture for her.

Desperate, she even stuffed crumpled paper into her ears in an attempt to block out the noise.

As a result, Wang Meihong, who had never had her ears stuffed like this before, not only felt that the sound, because of the paper ball, entered between her eardrum and the paper ball, forming a stereo surround sound, and giving it a rhythmic quality with varying volume and duration, piling up and stacking for a long time, but the paper ball stuffed in her ears also gave her a very strange feeling.

Thinking that the neighbor was also stuffing things in a different place, Wang Meihong had a strong urge to break down the wall and beat Zhao Chang'an up. She hurriedly took the crumpled paper out of her ear and continued to endure the noise bombardment from next door.

Seeing Xia Wenzhuo sleeping soundly from exhaustion, Wang Meihong felt extremely frustrated. She thought to herself, "You can sleep well now that you've had your fun, but what about me?"
Once they arrived at the martial arts school, he decided to find a strong man to be Xia Wenzhuo's driver for a few days so he could get a good night's sleep and go to the beach to listen to the sounds of seagulls, ship horns, waves, and sea breeze, washing away the lingering noises in his ears.

(End of this chapter)