Arriving at the apartment, Tang Wenxiu slumped onto the sofa, seemingly drunk and about to fall asleep, one hand still in her handbag.
From a normal perspective, a drunken beauty would be a perfect opportunity for rape. Furthermore, Tang Wenxiu possessed an intellectual, elegant, and mature aura, making it difficult for any normal man to resist.
But Zhao An knew full well that if he actually went ahead with it, he would definitely be caught. Tang Wenxiu, seemingly hungover, was actually holding a stun gun, a deadly device that could easily shock someone into submission.
A woman who appeared hungover was actually as discerning as a mirror. Such women are difficult to conquer, but once conquered, they wouldn't betray a man for the sake of so-called family interests. Instead, they would wholeheartedly follow the man who conquered them. There were pros and cons; it all depended on the choice.
Zhao An didn't bother to take advantage of the situation. Instead, he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found brown sugar, ginger, and green tea. He expertly began his cooking demonstration, throwing the brown sugar in with the cold water.
With swift movements, he peeled the ginger and quickly sliced it, creating incredibly thin slices, even thinner than a hair. After determining the boiler's temperature, he tossed the sliced ginger into the water and brought it to a boil.
When the rich aroma wafted into the air, he continued to scoop up some of the boiling water, filtered and rinsed the green tea leaves, and then tossed them in with the water to boil.
This process required precise timing; even knowing the recipe meant it couldn't be replicated. Much like the recipe for Coca-Cola, it's clear that most people can't make it, nor can they do it well.
Tang Wenxiu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, appearing hungover, but a glint of wisdom shone through them. She wondered if Zhao An had raped her yesterday. Although they had met for the first time tonight, her intuition told her that there was something wrong with this man. So she used drunkenness to test the waters, unfazed by the threat of being forced upon her. The Tang family wasn't to be trifled with. They wanted to humiliate her? She wasn't the type to be molested without a word.
Zhao An's unconventional tactics left her somewhat bewildered, and even doubted her own suspicions.
Despite having no evidence that Zhao An had ever ejaculated inside her, she relied on her intuition. Just like when her husband had cheated on her ten years earlier, she knew it without needing proof. This intuition helped her rise through the family ranks and also made her distrust the idea of love. Men's words are deceitful.
Zhao An soon emerged with a bowl of genuine brown sugar ginger tea and placed the cup on the table. "Drink it yourself. Stay out of Tang Bing's affairs. I have no interest in working with that scumbag. If something goes wrong, I might be implicated. Also, take your hands out. It's better to learn some self-defense techniques than using a stun gun. My luxury club has that service; you can try it. No discount." With that, he left.
Tang Wenxiu sat up. Although still a little dizzy, she wasn't paralyzed. She stroked her hair, picked up the cup, blew on the ginger tea, and took a sip. The taste was sweet. She sighed, "Wait, was that you yesterday?"
Zhao An paused. "It was me." His voice was calm, almost eerily so.
Tang Wenxiu's heartbeat quickened, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Why? Because I'm Tang Bing's aunt? You just want revenge on Tang Bing, right?"
"No, I have no interest in him. He's no match for me. He's still alive, despite all the noise. I'm truly impressed that your Tang family could protect a worthless person for so long. I only came to you because I was impulsive and had something to do. I'm sorry, sorry." Zhao An apologized insincerely.
The atmosphere grew awkward, and neither of them spoke. Tang Wenxiu sat on the sofa, while Zhao An stood at the door.
In less than five seconds, Tang Wenxiu realized what was happening, her beautiful eyes gleaming with confusion. "What are you going to do?"
"How about another try?" Zhao An suggested.
Tang Wenxiu laughed in anger. How could such a shameless person exist in the world?
"Are you serious or joking? Do you think it's possible?"
"Haha, I was just kidding. Okay, I'm leaving. Let's have tea together next time." Zhao An waved his hand and left, closing the door behind him.
Silence returned to the living room. Tang Wenxiu sat on the sofa, her eyes downcast, her mind etched in her mind. "This shameless fellow."
Soon the phone rang. Tang Wenxiu answered, languidly saying, "Um, what's up?"
"I heard Xiaobing went to the hospital for gastric lavage?" A cold female voice came, tinged with seriousness. It sounded like a mature woman, but the boldness in her voice was something a younger woman wouldn't possess.
"Yes, he drank six kilograms of baijiu. He deserved it." Tang Wenxiu recounted all the evidence Zhao An had given her, without holding back. She was still a little overwhelmed by Zhao An's generous admission. She touched the cup and felt a business card beneath it. She pulled it out and saw it was a card with only a name and a phone number. The female voice on the other end remained silent. "Is he planning to take on the Tang family?"
"I don't think he's planning to do that. I'll find time to talk to him. He's quite capable in business. The branch's losses this year must be recouped. The late procurement is my fault." Tang Wenxiu wasn't targeting Zhao An, but spoke the truth.
"Well, contact him. The evidence he has is very dangerous and must be dealt with quickly. Please take a closer look at Xiaobing. Thank you." The female voice was calm, as if she were considering something.
"Okay, I will. That's it for now." Tang Wenxiu hung up the phone. Looking at the number on the business card, she briefly considered throwing it away. But she kept it, entered the number into her phone, and burned it with a lighter, leaving no evidence.