Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 242 He was simply lustful at first sight.
The girl who opened the door looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was graceful and elegant, with bright eyes, white teeth, and fair skin—a true beauty.

She was wearing a gray and white striped jacket and skirt.

It was just an ordinary piece of clothing, but on her, it gave people a refreshing feeling.

"What a beautiful woman!"

Cao Wei Da couldn't help but admire him.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" The girl blinked at him, speaking softly and gently.

Two small braids swayed back and forth, exuding a youthful vibe.

The crisp sound echoed in his ears, making Cao Weida's cochlea feel as if it were being moistened by a drizzle.

Looking into her clear eyes, as captivating as autumn water, a youthful vitality and pure innocence pierced his heart like a needle, then seemed to come alive, taking root and sprouting within him.
His eyes suddenly stopped moving, and he just stared at her without blinking.

For some reason, he suddenly felt like he was in love.

"I never believed in love at first sight before, I only believed in lust at first sight."

But now I suddenly believe it.

His muttering, though low in voice, was clearly heard by Luo Mengyun, who was standing right next to him.

Because of this, her gentle and elegant, youthful and vibrant face suddenly flushed red like a sunset.

"Sir, is something the matter?"

She felt a little annoyed. Really, who says such explicit things on the first meeting? It's so unreserved.
Women are all vain, especially since she's not that old. Being told this by someone who likes her makes her feel both embarrassed and secretly pleased.

"Ah? Ah, sorry, I was daydreaming." Cao Weida's heart was pounding. He felt that the other person was like a magnet, involuntarily drawing his gaze to them, the kind of gaze that he couldn't look away from.

Seemingly realizing his behavior was somewhat presumptuous, he coughed tactically and quickly said:
"Excuse me, is Professor Luo Yunxuan home? I would like to ask him for a favor."

"Are you looking for my father?" Luo Mengyun, feeling a little shy under Cao Weida's intense gaze, hurriedly stepped aside. "My father is inside, please come in."

"Thank you." Cao Weida nodded politely, then tilted his head and smiled as he went inside. "You just said Professor Luo is your father, so you must be Miss Luo Mengyun, right?"

Luo Mengyun pursed her cherry-red lips and nodded, "Yes, sir, what is your surname?"

Perhaps it's because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but Cao Weida always felt that her youthful and beautiful face always had a gentle smile that made people not want to look away.

And he did just that. Although he felt it was wrong, he just couldn't bear to move away. He grinned and said, "No need for formalities, Cao Wei Da, a coward who is afraid of death."

"Hehe~ Who talks about themselves like that?" Luo Mengyun covered her mouth and chuckled. She was about to continue, but when she met his unwavering, fiery gaze, she shyly looked away and couldn't say anything more.

"Mr. Cao, this way, please follow me." Shyly, Luo Mengyun crossed her arms, lowered her head, and took quick, small steps forward.

She knew she was beautiful and that many boys liked her, but this was the first time she had ever encountered someone staring at her so directly and intensely, which inevitably made her feel flustered.

Seeing Luo Mengyun flee like a startled deer, Cao Weida couldn't help but smile knowingly: "It seems that we have found a suitable candidate for the matriarch of the Cao family!"

love at first sight?
No, he was just lustful at first sight!

The temperament Luo Mengyun exuded reminded him of a phrase: "A girl next door has just come of age!"

The best part is that this girl next door is so pretty!

For a possessive man, the first thought that comes to mind when choosing a girl like this is naturally to take her home!
The moment he saw Luo Mengyun, he felt an impulse: to marry her and make her his wife!

He knew that Luo Mengyun was actually an underground member of the Communist Party, but so what?

He's determined to have this lady!
She smiled slightly and quickly followed.

Professor Luo is a scholar, and scholars appreciate elegance. Along the way, the courtyard was planted with peonies and grapes, and the grapevines had already been trellised, their branches climbing freely over the pavilion.

Imagine sitting in this pavilion, sipping tea, and inhaling the aroma of grapes wafting around you.
Tsk, no way, let's go back and do the same to our yard, the level of sophistication will go up instantly!
"Father."

"Hmm? Mengyun, weren't you going out? Why are you back?" Luo Yunxuan, wearing glasses, had a scholarly air about him, and a doting smile on his face: "Did you forget something again in your haste?"

"Oh dear, Father~~ How could you say that to your daughter? No way~~" Luo Mengyun pouted and protested.

“A gentleman named Cao Weida is coming to visit you, and I brought him along.”

"Oh? Cao Weida?" Luo Yunxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look towards the door.

Just then, Cao Weida appeared at the door, cupped his hands and smiled, "Professor Luo, I am Cao Weida. Please forgive my intrusion today."

"Mr. Cao, you're too kind." Seeing that the visitor was a young man, Professor Luo's suspicions became even stronger. He tentatively asked, "Is there a police officer named Cao Weida at the station? Do you know him?"

Cao Weida smiled modestly and said, "It is indeed I, Professor Luo, whose insight is truly remarkable."

"Are you a police officer? Or a patrol officer?" Luo Mengyun seemed very surprised, her eyes, like black gemstones, staring at him in astonishment, her cherry lips slightly parted, making her indescribably cute and charming.

Cao Weida smiled back: "Miss Luo, please excuse my rudeness."

Coming to her senses, Luo Mengyun gave a soft snort, turned her head away, and whispered, "So he's actually a guy who helps the Japanese."

Patrol officers don't have a good image in most people's minds, including Luo Mengyun.

She had witnessed far too many instances of police officers oppressing ordinary people, so her first impression of them was very negative.

"Mengyun, don't be rude!" Luo Yunxuan reprimanded him gently. "Mr. Cao is a corrupt policeman, but he has done a lot for the people and has never bullied them!"

After reprimanding Luo Mengyun, he clasped his hands in a fist and said to Cao Weida, "Mr. Cao, my daughter is unruly. It is my fault for not disciplining her properly. I am truly sorry."

"Mr. Luo, you're too kind. Miss Luo is straightforward, elegant yet spirited—all of which proves you've raised her very well!" As he spoke, Cao Weida looked at Luo Mengyun again and smiled.

"Moreover, doesn't Miss Luo's prejudice just show how failed we police officers are?"

"In truth, it's our dereliction of duty as police officers that's to blame."

Cao Weida's attitude surprised Luo Mengyun. She was a newcomer who had only recently joined the underground party and had been studying at school, so she didn't pay much attention to society.

Therefore, although Cao Wei Da had gained some fame in the five outer districts of Beiping, she was unaware of it.

Upon hearing her father's introduction and Cao Weida's attitude, she immediately realized that she had made her judgment too early.

Those who were prejudiced against him just now because they heard he was a policeman have now completely changed their minds.

"I'm sorry, I was a bit presumptuous before and misunderstood you. I apologize." Her personality was gentle yet straightforward. After realizing that she had misunderstood, she apologized readily to express her remorse.

"Miss Luo, you're too kind. Everything is fleeting, everything will pass, it was all a misunderstanding, it's all cleared up now."

As soon as Cao Weida finished speaking, Luo Mengyun's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, "Mr. Cao, do you also read Pushkin's poetry?"

"What, Miss Luo likes it too?" Cao Weida asked knowingly.

While watching "The Flames of War in Beiping," he really liked the character of Luo Mengyun.

Her romantic innocence, her kindness and gentleness, her courage and determination—all of these qualities made him, as a viewer at the time, adore her.

When Luo Mengyun committed suicide, he angrily berated the screenwriter for killing her off!

Therefore, he naturally knew that Luo Mengyun was very fond of Pushkin's poetry.

Seeing Luo Mengyun, a girl from a modest family, well-educated, and intelligent, standing right in front of him, her face, so etched in his heart, made him wish he could snatch her away and take her home to have his children.

He had never used any tricks on the previous women, but suddenly he started to have the idea of ​​using them.

You have to understand a woman's strengths!

Different women require different approaches to dealing with them.

Women who love money use money, women who love power use power, and women like Luo Mengyun, who have some petty-bourgeois characteristics, need to find spiritual resonance and a sense of quality in life with her!
Luo Mengyun is fond of literature and art, especially Pushkin's poetry. In what he just said, there was a line from Pushkin's poem.

See, the effect is quite significant.

Don't blame him for being bad; after all, true feelings are hard to retain, only tricks win people's hearts.

"Yes, yes, I love it so much!" Luo Mengyun nodded excitedly. "You just said, 'Everything is fleeting, everything will pass,' which is a line from the poem 'If Life Deceives You'!"

"By the way, which of his poems do you like best? My favorite is 'To the Sea,' which expresses a profound pursuit of freedom and ideals."

"Cough cough cough," Luo Yunxuan quickly coughed twice to interrupt. He suddenly had a bad feeling, as if a little cabbage had been targeted by a pig.

"Mengyun, stop fooling around. Mr. Cao has come to see me about something. Weren't you going out? Hurry up and go!"

"Okay, Father, Mr. Cao, you two chat. I'll go outside first, hehe!" Luo Mengyun stuck out her tongue shyly, looking incredibly cute.

She had finally met a kindred spirit who shared her love for Pushkin's poetry, and she had so much to say to him that she was reluctant to leave.

But being well-educated, intelligent, and sensible, she knew what was important, so she skipped and hopped away.

(End of this chapter)