Rebirth 78: Hunting for Treasure in the Mountains, Spoiling My Wife and Daughter to the Heavens

"How come you've lost so much weight? You don't feel anything when you touch you."

"Hmph! This is the last time you'll be touching me. After this... I won't be coming back!"

"The last time? What about this time?"

"..."

Another hour passed, and the room finally returned to calm.

This time, Zhao Yangyang didn't whine or act cute; she just lay in Lu Weiguo's arms.

"You haven't found a boyfriend? You're already this age?" Lu Weiguo looked down at her, his eyes filled with tears, and asked.

"No, I'm too old, and even if someone pursues me, I don't put in much effort." Zhao Yangyang seemed reluctant to bring up this topic.

After answering, she started to grope Lu Weiguo.

"What? You really have a boyfriend?" Lu Weiguo noticed her distress and continued to ask.

"Not really. My dad introduced us. Before I went to university, I promised him that I would spend some time with you and then find a partner."

Seeing that the questioning had reached this point, Zhao Yangyang raised her head, her face full of grievance.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault. I... I don't want to be with those stinky men, and you... you can't come to my side either."

Why..

Lu Weiguo couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In Lu Weiguo's mind, almost all other women were merely partners.

He will definitely end things immediately once the topic of feelings begins to come up.

But Zhao Yangyang is an exception.

He also knew that his feelings for this woman were far too complicated.

There was a previous relationship, and there was revenge and hatred involved.

But who could have imagined that she would change so much?

But he could never get over that mental hurdle.

Listening to Zhao Yangyang's murmurs, Lu Weiguo gently patted her back.

Only after hearing even breathing did he tiptoe away.

If we are destined to meet, we will meet again.

. . . . . . .

The Provincial Party Committee Guesthouse, 6:00 PM.

The building is an exquisite European-style structure with a bronze gate nearly two people tall at the entrance.

At the entrance, two waiters shivered in the cold wind.

Not long after.

A series of provincial party committee reception vehicles stopped in front of the gate.

The waiter, head held high and chest out, used all his strength to pull the door open.

In the last car, Lu Weiguo got out, quickly went around to the back seat, and opened the car door.

Milan, dressed in an exquisite gown, gracefully stepped out with one leg, her slightly heeled black leather shoes landing on the red carpet.

Just like those celebrities of later generations.

Even the inherent pride within them gives Milan an even stronger presence.

Lu Weiguo bent down and offered his hand.

Milan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright, stop acting. If people see this, they'll start talking about me. I'm already grateful to be able to hitch a ride with you."

"Come on, let's hurry backstage."

"Haha, it's okay. Everyone's looking at the leaders, who's going to pay attention to the last car?"

Lu Weiguo took Milan's wrist and helped her around to the back door of the guesthouse.

Milan has a very important task at tonight's dinner.

First, there was a performance before the banquet began.

Next, they would need to accompany the drinkers and act as translators.

Of course, Lu Weiguo was a member of the reception delegation, but he was the last one, if it weren't for Commissioner Zhang's strong recommendation.

He can't even get to this position.

His task was to conduct business negotiations the following day.

Those who can accompany you at the main table are all prominent figures.

Inside the banquet hall.

The crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light.

The air was filled with the fragrance of clothes and the rustling of hair, interspersed with a hint of quaint charm.

Perfume and cigarettes, in just over ten minutes, created a wisp of mist on the roof.

Before the banquet even started, Milan was already called out and had two drinks with the guests.

Lu Weiguo sat at the table where the dishes were served, looking at the six Russians in the delegation, four men and two women.

Especially the youngest Russian, whose eyes lit up the moment he saw Milan.

If there hadn't been so many people, they probably would have started getting physical.

"You little brat, if you keep messing around, I'll sleep with you."

Lu Weiguo thought to himself with a cunning smile.

Commissioner Zhang did not come today; he went to conduct research in several other experimental villages.

His intention was to make Lu Weiguo a familiar face among these people.

After all, they'll all be working for the provincial party committee sooner or later.

This is an opportunity we must seize.

"Be careful!"

He got another glass of vodka from that Russian kid.

Milan, who was about to walk backstage, accidentally stepped on the hem of her dress.

Lu Weiguo reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and pulling her up.

"Are you alright? Drink less, I'm here for you," Lu Weiguo said softly.

"I'm fine, don't worry, but you have to do your best." Milan made no attempt to hide the fact that the two had a good relationship.

After getting up, she raised her hand, pinched the collar of Lu Weiguo's shirt with her fingertips, and patiently straightened his messy bow tie.

The crystal chandeliers in the lobby were so dazzling they made people dizzy.

Milan's fingers were long and slender, and her movements were slow. After straightening her bow tie, she playfully clenched her fist and waved, saying, "Go for it!"

Many people noticed this scene and were surprised.

Especially that little Russian, staring with his big bear eyes, as if he wanted to devour Lu Weiguo.

"Isn't this little girl causing me trouble again?"

Lu Weiguo sat down, shaking his head with a wry smile, but then he saw the provocative look in Xiao Maozi's eyes.

Lu Weiguo's lips twitched slightly.

Damn, those Russians look like cavemen. Their fur is almost longer than their hair, and when they glare at you, they look like a big bear.

Fortunately, he knew a lot about bears.

I killed one a few months ago.

The banquet continued uninterrupted by this scene.

Children perform songs they love.

Teenagers perform programs promoting communist ideals.

Finally, the performance took place by a choir primarily composed of Milanese dancers.

As expected of talents selected from across the province, apart from Milan, every single one of the other performers was at the level of a future school beauty.

There may be some shady dealings in some selection processes in later generations.

However, the selection of provincial song and dance troupes in those days was often disguised as a political task.

Few people dare to exploit loopholes.

The performance has ended.

The hall resounded with prolonged applause.

The rest of the people left.

Milan straightened her skirt and walked to the dining table.

According to the rules, Milan serves wine from the side, accompanies the drinker, and assists with translation; there is no seat for her.

But the Russian guy's enthusiasm didn't wane; he simply pulled aside a seat and let Milan cross over.

Next up is a traditional Northern Chinese program.

Whoever gets drunk first is the one who's bragging.

However, in such a formal setting, everyone tries to control themselves quite a bit.

The directors of the Commerce Bureau and the Industry Bureau, who served as representatives, were the main force.

The heads of more than ten relevant units assisted.

In less than an hour, he was almost completely drunk by those six Russians.

Everyone says that Northeasterners can drink a lot, but what about the Russians who drink beer like a beverage?

They really aren't qualified.

Seeing that the bureau chiefs were drunk, Xiao Maozi gave his companions a look and started eyeing Milan.

After drinking, beautiful women accompanied him.

The authorities certainly can't openly look for people.

However, in the eyes of these old Russians back then, these women who poured and served drinks were simply there for their entertainment after drinking!