My Dongguan Love Story

Afterwards, Zhao Fengyue returned to normal. Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder, like red apples. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes from the floor and ran towards the toilet.

I finally breathed a long sigh of relief after the glass door to the restroom was closed.

Why am I here?

Why did this happen with Dazhuang?

A look of confusion crossed her eyes, and her head was still throbbing. But after a moment's thought, she finally focused on the glass of wine that Mr. Wu had handed her.

Looking back, when Mr. Wu handed her the wine glass again, a sly glint seemed to appear in his eyes. At the time, she simply assumed he was leering at her and didn't think much of it.

But shortly after drinking that glass of wine, he gradually lost consciousness.

Adding to the absurd incident that just happened with Chen Dazhu, it's clear that President Wu probably drugged him with that drink!

She was both surprised and frightened.

She had been drugged! And she had unwittingly ended up having this kind of relationship with her own employee.

However, looking back, everything that just happened is still quite memorable.

She hadn't experienced this for many years since her husband's death. Even when he was alive, she had never felt this fulfilled.

While taking a shower, she wondered how she should face Dazhuang in the future.

Do nothing?

That's a good idea indeed; let's just consider it a fleeting moment of bliss.

However, after experiencing this taste, she felt a little reluctant to part with it.

The feeling just now was so comfortable and satisfying.

But there's a ten-year age gap between her and Chen Dazhuang, so how could they become boyfriend and girlfriend?

Even if Chen Dazhuang were willing, he would agree, let alone disagree. But what about his own daughter?

Will she oppose me?

After thinking about it, she decided to take Dazhuang to meet her daughter before deciding what kind of relationship the two of them should have.

After showering, Zhao Fengyue quickly regained her usual calm demeanor, got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom. She picked up a cigarette from the table and started smoking.

The way I looked at her seemed different from before. I didn't think much of it; whatever Mr. Zhao thought, I wasn't going to lose out.

I went in and quickly washed up. When I came out, Mr. Zhao had already finished cleaning up. Seeing me come out, he said:

"Let's go back first."

"Um."

I nodded.

Mr. Zhao walked in front, and I followed behind. It was as if our relationship had remained unchanged.

As for what happened at the hotel, it was like a dream, as if it never happened. At least, there was no clue from her behavior.

After checking out of the room on the first floor, Mr. Zhao hailed a taxi.

After she sat in the back seat, I habitually opened the passenger door.

"Dazhuang, you can sit in the back seat too."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

I nodded, closed the passenger door, and sat down in the back seat near the door.

"Driver, to Longteng Villa District."

"Dragon Soaring Villa District?" Upon hearing the name, the driver turned around in surprise to look at Mr. Zhao. Seeing Mr. Zhao's luxurious and noble attire, he smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Longteng Villa District is a well-known high-end villa district in Dongguan, where only the wealthy and powerful reside.

He had heard of this place before. But in all his years of driving a taxi, he had never taken a passenger there.

After all, wealthy people own cars, so why would they take a taxi?

These days, taxis are dirty, messy, and have a certain odor. Although they're much better than buses, they're still far worse than private cars.

His car was over ten years old, very old, and had a strong odor.

But apart from slightly frowning while sitting in the car, Ms. Zhao didn't react at all. I couldn't see any disgust or aversion on her face.

Although this was the first time she had met President Zhao, she seemed calm and composed the whole way, as if nothing could disturb her composure.

Although the taxi was old, it was very stable. I didn't feel too much swaying during the ride. It was much better than the bus I had taken before.

As I watched the flow of people outside the window, my thoughts wandering, Sister Zhao suddenly spoke up:

"Dazhuang, come to my house for dinner tonight."

"Oh? Okay."

I paused for a moment, then smiled and agreed.

I've been busy all day, and I'm definitely hungry. Plus, I've spent the whole afternoon running around with Ms. Zhao, so I figured she'd like to treat me to something nice.

Mr. Zhao nodded and said nothing more. He turned to look out the window. It was dusk, and the setting sun had dyed the sky a gentle orange. The orange light seemed like passionate love, welcoming him with the evening breeze.

Over the years, she has always played the role of a strong woman, supporting such a large company as Dingsheng.

But whenever the night is quiet, she always feels empty inside.

I used to think that Xiaoqian was still young, and I would think about my own things after she grew up.

Xiaoqian is now eighteen years old.

Shouldn't I also start thinking about my own affairs?

Looking at the sunset hanging in the sky, she always felt that the sunset was not the end, but the beginning of her love, that love had spread over the sunset and quietly opened her tender and romantic long night.

The taxi drove away from the bustling street and began heading towards the mountainside.

Longteng Villa District was built on a hillside next to Dongguan city.

A dozen or so three-story detached villas surround the hillside. Each villa has a garden of more than 300 square meters.

There are also many public facilities, such as fitness equipment and swimming pools.

After driving up to the villa, we stopped.

At that time, neither villas nor residential communities had vehicle recognition automatic door opening systems. Vehicle recognition systems would gradually appear and become widespread in China several years later.

Currently, manual checkpoints and manual registration are in place.

The security guard at the gate was fast asleep in his chair when he was woken by the honking of a taxi urging him to open the door. He slowly stood up, his expression somewhat displeased.

He was fast asleep when he dreamed that he was noticed by a wealthy female homeowner, thus ending his life as a security guard and moving into the magnificent Longteng Villa.

Anyone would be angry if they were suddenly woken up by a taxi.

Moreover, logically speaking, the residents here all drive luxury cars, so why would anyone bring a dirty and messy taxi back?

But during onboarding training, the manager said that we must never offend the homeowners, no matter what. These homeowners are all very powerful; we absolutely cannot afford to offend them.

Although the taxi driver is not the owner, he/she may be a friend of the owner.

So, after suppressing his displeasure, he smiled and opened the security gate, walking towards the car and forcing a smile.

"What is it?"

Upon hearing this, the taxi driver turned to look at General Manager Zhao.

The idea is to have General Manager Zhao talk to him.

"it's me."

Mr. Zhao's voice was not loud, but it was steady.

The security guard heard the noise and looked over in confusion. When he saw Mr. Zhao, his questioning gaze immediately cleared, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, it's Sister Zhao. Please come in."

Zhao Fengyue is the owner of a company worth hundreds of millions. Although she's not the richest or most powerful person in the Longteng Villa District, she's not someone he can afford to offend.

Moreover, the wealthy woman he dreamed about who had taken a liking to him was none other than Sister Zhao. He'd heard that Sister Zhao had been single for many years and only had one daughter.

In his dream, Sister Zhao took a liking to him and brought him back to the villa. Meanwhile, Boss Zhao's daughter also took a liking to him, and he was woken up while he was embracing both of them.

He watched the taxi drive away, licking his lips. Recalling his dream, he wondered if he could find an opportunity to get closer. Maybe he really could be kept by a rich woman.

The taxi drove around as instructed by Mr. Zhao until it stopped in front of a villa.

At this moment, the taxi's fare register showed 87 yuan. Sister Zhao took out a 100-yuan bill from her wallet and handed it to him.

He said there was no need to look anymore and got off the bus.

I got out of the car too, and looked back at the taxi driver. He was all smiles, as if he had just found some money, and said, "Thank you, boss."

The villa's exterior is composed of off-white walls paired with a dark roof. The ornate iron gate exudes an air of nobility.

The woman sweeping the floor by the entrance quickly opened the gate to the yard when she saw Mr. Zhao return.

"Sister Zhao."

"Hmm." Mr. Zhao nodded, walked into the courtyard, and headed towards the door.

I glanced at the yard, where some flowers and plants were growing, their blooming blossoms making the yard colorful and vibrant. There was also a small pond near the entrance, with water constantly flowing out of it.

"Come in, I'll introduce you to my daughter."

After Mr. Zhao opened the door, he led me inside. There, on the sofa, sat a beautiful woman, watching television and giggling to herself. Hearing Mr. Zhao's voice, she turned to look at me.