1994: Starting with unpaid leave

Chapter 171 A Kiss in the Movie Theater (Part 2)

"Nation-building —"

In the darkness, Li Wan's voice was as light as a feather, brushing past his ear.

"Hmm?" Dong Jianguo's throat was dry, and he squeezed out a syllable through his nose.

"Do you think the agent's wife in the movie dances well?" Li Wan's voice trembled slightly, as if she were probing for something.

Dong Jianguo looked at the woman on the screen and nodded in the darkness.

Men have peculiar tastes; they try to persuade prostitutes to reform themselves, and they even try to drag respectable women into prostitution.

The main focus is on contrast.

Arnold's wife in the movie is just like that.

A mundane life, a conservative life —

But actually, she has a pretty good figure; she's the type who's muscular when she takes her clothes off.

The key is ————

The contrast between being forced to dance and the feeling of being forced to is indeed very interesting.

That's why this movie scene has become a famous moment.

At least in Dong Jianguo's opinion, this is more interesting than Arnold riding a horse on a sightseeing elevator to chase bandits.

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These are just thoughts I kept to myself; there was no need to explain them to Li Wan so clearly.

Suddenly, he felt Li Wan's hands, which were holding his, tighten abruptly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong—"

Li Wan hesitated, but finally mustered up her courage, leaned close to Dong Jianguo's ear, and said in a voice only he could hear, "Actually—I can dance for you too."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"real!"

As if afraid that Dong Jianguo wouldn't believe her, Li Wan secretly kissed Dong Jianguo's cheek while everyone's attention was on the big screen.

"you!"

Dong Jianguo was stunned; he had no time to react to any of this.

After doing all this, Li Wan seemed to have exhausted all her courage, burying her face deeply in Dong Jianguo's shoulder, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Dong Jianguo could clearly feel her hot breath spraying onto his bare neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"No—don't look at me—" Li Wan's voice, choked with sobs, came muffledly from his shoulder.

Dong Jianguo could understand her feelings.

As a young woman from a good family who works within the system, Li Wan's conservative views are ingrained in her bones.

Although the social atmosphere had begun to open up by 95, this kind of blind spot behavior was still too shocking for her.

"How about we leave?" Dong Jianguo asked tentatively.

He had actually wanted to leave for a long time.

The feeling of being intimately entangled with his former lover in the darkness filled him with both despair and fear. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose control and do something he himself could not forgive.

Li Wan didn't answer, but buried her head even deeper, like an ostrich.

Dong Jianguo sighed, and was about to ask again when he suddenly felt a warm breath travel up his neck and kiss his earlobe.

In that instant, it felt as if all the blood in Dong Jianguo's body rushed to his head.

He turned his head abruptly. In the darkness, Li Wan's eyes, which shone exceptionally bright in the dim light, were staring straight at him. In those eyes, there was shyness, madness, and even more so, a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.

"Nation-building —"

She murmured softly, her lips covering his again, this time targeting his lips.

It was a kiss with the sweet smell of popcorn, soft and warm, yet possessing an irresistible aggressiveness.

Dong Jianguo's mind went blank.

He considered refusing, considered pushing away, but his body felt as if his bones had been removed, so limp that he had no strength at all.

He could even taste the faint fragrance on Li Wan's lips.

This is more than just a kiss.

This is a declaration.

Li Wan was telling him in this way: I am no longer the shy high school classmate you remember.

I want you, I crave you, I don't care who you are, I only care about you right now.

The kiss lasted a long time.

Only when the comical dance on the screen ended and the laughter in the audience gradually subsided did Li Wan suddenly push him away as if she had been electrocuted, burying her face in his shoulder again, her body heaving violently due to lack of oxygen and excitement.

Dong Jianguo was breathing heavily, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

He stared at the screen, but his eyes were empty.

He knew that from this moment on, some things could never be the same again.

In the darkness behind them, Zhang Shuai's eyes practically spit fire.

He stared intently at the back of Dong Jianguo's head, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

"Bastard—beast—"

He cursed wildly in his mind.

What he just witnessed was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing him hard into his heart.

He witnessed Li Wan kiss Dong Jianguo with his own eyes.

The goddess who was proud and untouchable in his eyes actually kissed the nouveau riche from out of town like an ordinary lover!

"Why should I?!"

"How could Dong Jianguo possess all of this?!"

Zhang Shuai felt a surge of heat rush to his head. He suddenly stood up, wanting to rush up and grab Dong Jianguo from his seat, then stomp on him.

He wanted to teach this arrogant bumpkin a lesson about the consequences of offending a government official from Beijing!

However, just a second before he was about to take action, what he saw next to him made him stop in his tracks.

Right next to them, a "real-life action movie" even more exciting than any film was unfolding.

They were a young couple; the man was wearing a floral shirt, and the woman had big, wavy hair.

At that moment, the woman was gripping the man in the floral shirt's hair tightly, screaming hysterically, "You! Wang Dazhu! You actually dared to keep a vixen behind my back!"

"Look who this slut you brought to the movie is?!"

The man in the floral shirt also panicked, struggling and shouting, "What nonsense are you talking about! This is my cousin! Cousin, you know?"

Understand!"

"Cousin?! Do you think I'm blind? My cousin dressed like this to come to the movies with you?! And sitting so close to you!"

At this moment, the young girl sitting next to the man in the floral shirt was also terrified. She huddled in her seat, trembling, and tried to explain, but the shrewish woman spat in her face.

"You dare glare at me?! You vixen!"

As she spoke, the woman pounced on the girl and began punching and kicking her.

"Oh no! Help! Sis, you've got it all wrong! I'm his mistress! No, I'm his cousin!"

The girl cried and screamed while offering incoherent explanations, which only made things worse.

Seeing that he had been exposed, the man in the floral shirt didn't bother to explain and quickly tried to pull his girlfriend away, saying, "Stop hitting her! Stop hitting her! Let's talk this out!"

"You big idiot!"

The feisty woman retaliated with a resounding slap, landing squarely on the face of the man in the floral shirt.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly jarring in the quiet screening room.

This completely ignited the powder keg.

The man in the floral shirt was so badly beaten that he saw stars and immediately became enraged, reaching out to shove the woman.

"You fucking slut! You're insane!"

"You dare fight back?!"

The two instantly started fighting, grabbing hair, tearing clothes, kicking calves, and using all sorts of shrewish and thuggish moves.

The girl who had sparked the fight was now huddled in a corner, sobbing uncontrollably, crying and shouting, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Or should I leave?!"

"What the hell are you going to do!"

While fighting with the man, the feisty woman didn't forget to curse the girl: "You shameless slut! You seduced my man! I'm not finished with you today!"

The area is closed.

The fight between the couple spread rapidly, like a plague.

The surrounding audience was so frightened that they scattered. Some people's popcorn was knocked over, and some people's soda was spilled. Screams, curses, and cries mingled together.

"Stop hitting it! I'll call the police if you keep hitting it!"

"Ouch, my leg! Who stepped on me?!"

"Waiter! Where's the waiter?!"

The entire screening room was in complete chaos.

Zhang Shuai had just stood up, ready to deal with Dong Jianguo, but before he could even take a step, he was stunned by the sudden scene beside him.

He looked at the man and woman rolling around in the aisle, tearing at each other's hair, and then at the "other woman" huddled in the corner, trembling with fear. For a moment, he was at a loss.

This is just too melodramatic!

These days, you can't expect to encounter something like this while watching a movie?

Taking advantage of the chaos, Dong Jianguo suddenly came to his senses.

He grabbed Li Wan's wrist and whispered, "Go! Get out of here while things are in chaos!"

Li Wan was also terrified, her face turning pale. The ambiguity and impulsiveness from before were instantly washed away by the chaos of reality.

She nodded hastily, letting Dong Jianguo pull her up from her seat, bending over, and squeezing through the chaotic crowd toward the exit of the screening room.

"Excuse me! Please make way!"

While protecting Li Wan, Dong Jianguo forcefully parted the crowd.

At that moment, everyone in the screening room was rushing out.

Some people were cursing the fighting couple, some were heartbroken about their spilled snacks, and others were demanding refunds.

The fighting couple was then separated. The shrewish woman was sitting on the ground, slapping her thigh and wailing, "Oh dear, I'm so ashamed! My husband brought his mistress to the movies!"

The man in the floral shirt looked annoyed and tried to pull her away, but she spat on his shoe.

The innocent (or not so innocent) "other woman" was holding her head and running towards the door, crying, afraid that the shrewish woman would catch her again.

Dong Jianguo pulled Li Wan along and finally squeezed out of the screening room.

The air in the hallway outside was much fresher, but the noisy cursing could still be heard coming from inside.

The two leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily.

Dong Jianguo looked at Li Wan, and Li Wan looked at him.

Both of them wore expressions of shock and lingering blush, as if they had survived a close call.

"Just now—" Dong Jianguo was about to speak.

"Don't speak!" Li Wan suddenly interrupted him. She pounced on him, hugged him tightly, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Jianguo, that kiss just now—don't overthink it—I—"

Dong Jianguo's heart sank.

He was just about to ask her what she meant, whether she regretted it.

Do you feel you were too impulsive just now?

However, before he could ask the question, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Dong Jianguo! You stop right there!"

It was Zhang Shuai's voice.

Dong Jianguo turned around and saw Zhang Shuai squeezing out of the chaotic exit with a gloomy expression. Two buttons on his shirt were missing, and he looked disheveled.

He stared intently at Dong Jianguo, his eyes seeming to want to devour him.

"Zhang Shuai? You—" Li Wan lifted her head from Dong Jianguo's arms and was somewhat surprised to see Zhang Shuai's appearance.

"Li Wan, ignore her!" Zhang Shuai completely disregarded Li Wan and pointed at Dong Jianguo's nose, shouting, "You bastard! You..."

What did you do to Wanwan inside just now?!

Dong Jianguo frowned, shielding Li Wan behind him, and coldly looked at Zhang Shuai: "Zhang, you're a high-ranking civil servant. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Li Wan and I were just watching a movie, what could we possibly be doing? But you, sneaking around behind us, are you up to something?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Zhang Shuai was trembling with rage. He pointed at Dong Jianguo's nose and roared, "I saw it all! You—you kissed Wanwan!"

Upon hearing this, Li Wan's face instantly turned bright red, and she instinctively gripped Dong Jianguo's clothes tightly.

Dong Jianguo's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm, even sporting a slightly amused smile: "You saw it? So what if you saw it?"

"You—you—"

Zhang Shuai was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his face turned as red as a liver color.

Yeah, even if we saw it, what could we do?

The key was that Li Wan took the initiative!

He pointed at Dong Jianguo, his finger trembling for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Good! Very good! Dong Jianguo, you have guts! You, a blind bourgeois, do you even deserve Wanwan?!"

Zhang Shuai was furious and wanted to rush forward, but seeing Dong Jianguo's calm and composed demeanor, he stopped in his tracks.

He remembered what Shang Chunyan had said.

This guy is a tough one; he took on four people all by himself on the train!

With my small frame, I'd probably be too small to even fill their teeth.

"Fine, I won't fight you."

Zhang Shuai took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and looked at Dong Jianguo with a sinister gaze: "Dong Jianguo, you just wait and see. This is Beijing, not your little crappy city of Hecheng. Here, you'd better keep your tail between your legs! Otherwise, I don't mind letting you know what it means to be 'a troublesome official in Beijing'!"

After saying that, he glared at Li Wan fiercely, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Li Wan, you're really blind! How could you fall for someone like that! You'll regret it!"

Li Wan's heart skipped a beat under his gaze, but she stubbornly raised her head and looked directly into Zhang Shuai's eyes: "Zhang Shuai, I like..."

"It's my business if I don't like him, it's none of your concern! Also, if you dare to disrespect Jianguo again, don't blame me for not even showing you any courtesy as a colleague in the future!"

"you----!"

Zhang Shuai was so angry he almost fainted.

He pointed at Li Wan, his finger trembling for a long time, before finally angrily flicking his sleeve, turning around and squeezing into the still chaotic crowd beside him, disappearing from sight.