Brilliant Years 1991

Chapter 118: Thirty-year veteran Chinese medicine practitioner!
"Can you please take that hat?"

The next morning, it took more than two hours just to transfer the ownership of the two houses. After getting the deeds, Hu Zihong was left there to brag about her first property in her life, while Cao Yukun used the excuse of visiting a client and drove straight to the Dali Palace in a Mercedes-Benz.

After picking up the beautiful lady Wang Tingfang, who was obviously dressed up carefully, the two headed straight for Blue Whale Road.

Fortunately, it is hot and muggy today.

As soon as you get off the car, even if you stand in the shade, you will be sweating profusely in three minutes. Seeing this, the two people had to quickly hide in a nearby shopping mall.

Nowadays, there are foreign trade stores in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou because there are many embassies and consulates. It is said that in the past, if you wanted to buy things here, you not only had to spend foreign currency and foreign exchange coupons exchanged for foreign currency, but non-foreigners even had to get letters of certification and introduction to buy things. But in the past two years, the foreign trade stores have lowered their standards and have begun to accept RMB. You don't need tickets to buy things. In other words, as long as Chinese people have money, they can buy things freely.

At least the air conditioning is on full blast here.

However, Cao Yukun hugged Wang Tingfang and walked around the store, but he didn't actually want to buy anything - in the past month or two, he had carefully visited shopping malls and large department stores in Hongkong just to buy gifts. In comparison, the goods there were obviously more abundant.

However, this place is much richer than the department stores that are popular among the general public.

He took the hat and put it on her head, examined it, was not satisfied, and gave it back - Wang Tingfang's overall temperament was beautiful and elegant, yet not without elegance. After getting to know her for a long time, one could even sense a hint of bookish air from her and her conversation. In terms of temperament, Cao Yukun felt that she should be quite suitable for this kind of hat.

During the last few days in Hongkong, Cao Yukun visited the old aunt's cloakroom and found that she quite liked collecting hats. There were thirty or forty hats in the small cloakroom. He insisted that she try on a hat. Wow, the light in front of the fitting mirror shone down from above her head. She had a beautiful white body, and on her head she wore a big hat, the kind that American women like to wear on vacation. She looked very pretty.

But Wang Tingfang is not very suitable for this kind of hat.

She was elegant and beautiful, but not as mature as the old lady. Wearing this kind of hat made her look frivolous and pretentious. "Let's go and see the cheongsam!"

She was particularly obedient today and not sarcastic. When Cao Yukun hugged her, she let him hug her obediently. When Cao Yukun didn't hug her, she took the initiative to put her arm around Cao Yukun's arm. She seemed to be very cooperative at this time and didn't feel unhappy at all because she didn't buy the things she tried on - Cao Yukun didn't know how much money she had, but it was obvious that she liked even a famous watch worth hundreds of thousands, and she didn't think it was so luxurious!

When I entered the cheongsam shop, as expected, as soon as I put it on, that feeling came immediately.

Dignified, generous, beautiful, elegant, and refreshing.

"In one word, beautiful!"

"That's two words!"

"Two words, they suit you very well!"

"Hahahaha!"

She tried on five or six sets in one go, and she didn't seem to get tired of it. The key point was that it was obvious that she liked them quite a lot - she bought all of them after trying them on.

Embroidered cheongsams are indeed not cheap.

The cheap ones cost three to five hundred yuan, and the expensive ones even cost nearly two thousand yuan - the prices in this era are simply out of this world!

After paying the money and carrying the items out of the door, her face was filled with joy.

Cao Yukun was a little surprised and asked her, "You have a lot of clothes! I remember you changed a set every day, and I rarely saw you wear the same clothes twice. Why are you so happy with a few cheongsams?"

She smiled and turned her head to glance at Cao Yukun, "Because these cheongsams are mine!"

Cao Yukun was dazed for a moment and didn't dare to respond.

It was almost noon, so the two of them found a restaurant on a nearby street that looked quite busy. The key point was that it had a sign saying "air conditioning on". They went in, found a seat by the window, and ordered a few dishes.

While waiting for the food, Cao Yukun noticed that she kept looking down, as if she was rubbing her calves, so he leaned over to look down, "Are your legs sore?"

She pursed her lips and said, "I seemed to have twisted my body when I was changing clothes just now."

Cao Yukun patted his chest and said, "Come on, I'll do it. I'm a 30-year-old Chinese medicine practitioner!"

She was stunned for a moment and laughed, "You are talking nonsense. How old are you?"

But he had already squatted down, and Wang Tingfang was so scared that she looked around subconsciously. Sure enough, someone was curious about what was going on here - probably mainly because both the man and the woman were beautiful to a certain extent, which really attracted a lot of attention.

"You... stop it, get up! Someone is watching!"

"Look if you want! But you can't touch it!"

I put my hand on her calf. Wow, the skin on her calf is so smooth and tender, and feels great.

In China these days, even though Wang Tingfang, as the owner of Dali Palace, is definitely one of the most fashionable, she has never been seen wearing the kind of long silk stockings that are worn in later generations. Nowadays, men and women usually wear socks that reach the ankles. In autumn and winter, there are so-called stirrup pants. When I accompanied Huang Jiaying shopping in the beginning of this spring, she bought two pairs and liked them very much. But now it's so hot, naturally no one wears them.

So, directly under the long skirt are the snow-white and straight calves.

What Cao Yukun was rubbing was obviously not the ankle.

Wang Tingfang couldn't push him away in public, so she could only lower her head and face the window, not wanting other diners in the restaurant to see her blushing face.

After two minutes of craving, Cao Yukun sat back down. She couldn't help but glare at him fiercely, but she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and whispered, "Are you rubbing my ankle? Is this how a 30-year-old Chinese doctor treats ankles?"

He spread his hands and said, "I only said that I am a 30-year-old Chinese medicine practitioner. When did I ever say I would massage your ankles?"

When she heard this, she was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

But at this time, Cao Yukun suddenly said, "Speaking of which... there are too few types of socks in China. This is not good, very bad!"

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"What are you thinking about?"

Hu Zihong looked up and saw Cao Yukun was distracted by smoking a cigarette. She couldn't help but get angry and said, "I'm working so hard, and you're distracted by other things. How long will it take for you to come out?"

"Ah? Oh, it's okay, just keep blowing! If it doesn't come out, just blow for a while longer! You're such a complainer!"

"I surrender to you! You are truly my living ancestor!"

Even to this day, even though Cao Yukun has punished her several times in the past six months, she still has a little temper of her own. Even though he just spent 1.5 million to buy her a big house today, this little temper still comes out from time to time, and she is not very obedient at all.

For example, now, maybe because her cheeks were sore, she stopped blowing and just moved her hands up and down. She was angry for two seconds, and then suddenly started chatting with Cao Yukun again, "Hey, A Kun, I want to move in tomorrow!"

"Move! The house is all yours, you can move anytime you want!"

"Then you can't stay one more day? You don't want to fuck me in the new house!"

"Tsk! Can't I fuck you anytime and anywhere? Why does it have to be tomorrow? And why does it have to be there? You are so...lower your head! You talk too much, lower your head and continue!"

She had no choice but to lower her head again.

This busy work lasted another seven or eight minutes before it was finally declared over. He ran to the bathroom and tossed around for a while. When he came out, he lay on Cao Yukun and brought up the previous topic again, "I'm moving to a new house by myself, and I'm always afraid that I can't handle it! Although that house is not as big as the one you bought, it's also quite big. Come on! Come on! Move in with me and light the stove before you leave, okay?"

"I'll ask Lao Tao to drive you to move tomorrow!"

"No! There are plenty of people in my shop. At most I can close it for half a day, and I will definitely finish moving everything! Besides, I don't have anything to move here... Oh, A-Kun..."

Cao Yukun looked at her helplessly.

She is very good at acting coquettishly, her sweetness is second only to Zhou Aimin.

Huang Jiaying is the kind of woman who hardly ever acts like a spoiled brat!

Of course, the most interesting thing is when the old lady acts like a spoiled child - she acts like a spoiled child as if she is coaxing her son! It is exactly the same way that adults coax children, which is both fun and funny.

"Okay, okay! I'll help you light the new stove tomorrow! I'll also help you keep your house safe!"

So she immediately became happy, "That's great!"

But soon after she lay down, she looked up and stole a glance at Cao Yukun several times, and finally couldn't help asking again: "Ah Kun, what were you thinking about just now? How could you be distracted at that time?"

I actually know what she wants to ask.

But at the same time, I knew she didn't dare to ask.

Even in the spring when Cao Yukun had just started fooling around with her, he had never concealed the fact that he was having a hot affair with Wang Tingfang, the owner of Dali Palace, and she had known about it for a long time.

This morning, after completing the house transfer procedures, he disappeared. Where did he go?
Hu Zihong's guesses were mostly correct.

However, the answer will definitely surprise her. "Oh, nothing! I think there is actually a huge market gap in the production of socks in our country! A beautiful girl like you wears socks that are not much different from men's socks. How can this work! Girls must have long tubes, medium tubes, black silk, white silk, flesh-colored silk, shrimp thread, fishing net, and letters. Otherwise, what's the point!"

"Huh? Fishing nets? Letters? What do they mean?"

"What I mean is... Hey, forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you! Tell me something that interests you!"

"Well, you said."

"I've seen your schedule lately. If you're free, go out and look around. Help me pick a house. The price must be between 100 and yuan. It must be a small Western-style building. The title deed must come with a land deed. It would be best if the house is clean. It doesn't matter if it's a little shabby. I want to take... ten houses! Ten houses like this!"

“Buy so much?”

She was shocked. "Why did you buy so many houses? The two we bought today are not enough to live in? Are you... planning to support a woman? One house for each woman?"

"Hahaha! Yes!"

Seeing that she was about to get angry, Cao Yukun slapped her on the butt and said, "You just have nonsense thoughts every day! Buy it, renovate it, and rent it out! The rent is your pocket money, do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)