Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Facing the dramatic Li Weijun, Song Wanjun gritted her teeth, glared at him fiercely, and said angrily, "Rest? I just heard it clearly through the crack in the door. That slut was singing one song after another. I don't know how happy she was. I caught her red-handed, and she's still trying to deceive me, right?"

"Uh, Sister Wanjun, you misunderstood. I have been interested in folk songs recently, so I specially asked Sister Yingying to compose the music and tune."

Li Weijun lied casually, signaling Jiang Yingying to hide in the cupboard and change her clothes first. Unexpectedly, she snorted coldly and glanced at Xu Wanjun neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I'm not hiding. Why should I hide it? Let's just be clear about what's going on between us. I haven't even asked her who she is. Why would she knock on my door for no reason?"

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

"Composing the music, I think she plays the flute very well, vixen, with a wanton look on her face."

Xu Wanjun sneered, glanced at Li Weijun in dissatisfaction, then walked forward as if nothing had happened and touched the silk dress on Jiang Yingying.

Jiang Yingying showed a hint of cold sneer at the corner of her lips. She stepped forward without showing any weakness, her eyes full of disdain.

"Oh, that's not true. It's much better than some people who don't even have anything to blow. Just listening to the wall, your feet must be numb from squatting. Tsk tsk tsk, look how pitiful that person is. If the wind blows, he must feel very cold."

"What did you say, you bastard? Believe it or not, I will make you feel very disappointed."

"Stop putting on airs in front of me, you're making trouble! You think you're lying down and eavesdropping? You even have the nerve to knock on the door. Yours is flatter than my washstone. Forget about serving me. It's a pain to have a child in your family. You're so hungry that you can't even cook three dishes and a soup by yourself."

Jiang Yingying was not willing to be outdone, and the two of them argued with each other verbally.

It seemed that the two of them were on the verge of a fight.

"Stop quarreling, look at you all, why are you fighting among your own family? I'm going to give you a blow, but I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. If I don't give you a blow, you will keep quarreling. So, stop arguing, I have the final say!"

Li Weijun shouted coldly with a gloomy face, separating the two men.

He didn't give in to them. He stretched out his arms and hugged the two of them as they walked into the inner room.

"Let me go, Li Weijun, let me go. I'm not done with you. You haven't shown up in the past few days. You don't know how hard I've tried to find you, but now you're cheating on me. You have no conscience, you're an unfaithful man!"

Xu Wanjun still wanted to struggle, and her fists rained down on Li Weijun, but to his thick skin, it didn't hurt at all.

After bolting the door again, Li Weijun took a sip of water and got on the kang with an expressionless face.

After some time, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

Li Weijun lay comfortably on Jiang Yingying's lap, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. Looking at the exhausted Xu Wanjun, he said earnestly, "Sister Wanjun, this is how it is. Now you understand. You are a married woman, and we are destined to be apart. If you really don't want to be wronged, from now on, we will cut off all ties and have no further ties."

Seeing that Li Weijun was serious, Jiang Yingying, who had lost her strength, pouted her lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Weijun, you are the most annoying. You know that people are worried about you, but you deliberately make fun of them. By the way, wait a minute, I have something good for you."

As she spoke, Jiang Yingying got up with difficulty, took out a flat steel wine flask from her bag, shook it, and sat down next to Li Weijun in a ostentatious manner.

"Open your mouth and have a taste. This is the Moutai liquor I got with great difficulty. I heard that it has been stored in the cellar for many years and has a mellow taste."

Li Weijun sniffed the familiar aroma of soy sauce and frowned, "Sister Wanjun must be caring about me, but I don't like it. I can't get used to the aroma of soy sauce. If you really want me next time, why not buy a few bottles of iced Arctic Ocean?"

"Tsk, you're so picky when you have something to drink. We're so eager to drink it down like water. I think you don't know how to appreciate the good things you have."

Xu Wanjun frowned and smiled, then coaxed Li Weijun into drinking some.

After that, he took a sip without hesitation and handed it to Jiang Yingying without giving her permission: "Sister, you should also try this Moutai. I heard that this is the kind of Moutai they drink at the banquet in the Great Hall. A bottle costs eight or nine yuan, which is half of my monthly salary."

"This... I've never drunk this before. I heard people say it burns the throat."

Jiang Yingying looked hesitant and felt conflicted as she looked at Xu Wanjun who took the initiative to show her goodwill.

"What's the harm if you haven't tried it before? The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Everyone has their first time. Come on, try it and you'll get used to it."

Jiang Yingying couldn't refuse and could only take a small sip nervously.

What she never expected was that Xu Wanjun played a trick on her and secretly lifted the wine bottle while she closed her eyes and drank.

He said he just wanted to drink a small sip, but ended up taking a big gulp. He probably wanted to spit out the wine.

But when she thought of the expensive price of eight or nine yuan for a bottle, Jiang Yingying really couldn't bear to drink it. She could only choke on her tears and swallow the big gulp of wine.

In just a moment, her head exploded with a bang.

In an instant, the spicy alcohol made her face flushed, and she felt dizzy and as if she was walking on cotton.

"You, you're cheating. You clearly said it was just a small sip..."

"Haha, you're dazzled, right? I told you, you're still too young to fight me."

Xu Wanjun narrowed her eyes without any martial ethics, and took advantage of Jiang Yingying's drunkenness.

Crazy revenge is like squeezing someone into a ball and making them feel proud.

"You can call me a washboard, you can call me a she-devil, you are older so you can bully others and look down on the younger."

Li Weijun standing by sighed helplessly, looked at the time and found that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, on a day off, everyone is looking forward to boating to relax and relieve boredom, and the boats available for rent have probably been sold out long ago.

Not to mention that Jiang Yingying is now drunk as a pile of mud, so the plan to go boating in Beihai Park today can only be put on hold for the time being.

After finishing the physical work, Li Weijun felt hungry again.

I couldn't help but miss the instant noodles, fried chicken and other high-calorie foods that could quickly satisfy my cravings in my previous life.

But these days, the only place to get instant noodles is Sakura next door.

"Okay, Sister Wanjun, I have something serious to talk to you about. How many production lines does your food factory have now?"

Xu Wanjun let go of Jiang Yingying in dismay, lifted her hair and said seriously: "Why are you asking about this? It's just making some bread, biscuits and so on. How many production lines can there be?"

"Bread and biscuits? How much can you produce per day? Do you mainly deal with the supply and marketing cooperatives or the army?"

Li Weijun seemed to be thinking about something and continued to ask.

"Well... our bread is mainly supplied to department stores. If there are enough raw materials, we can produce eight or nine hundred loaves of bread and more than two thousand kilograms of biscuits a day."