Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 205: A Bit Fierce

The waitress lost her job after all. Watching the backs of Xu Qinghuan and the others as they went upstairs, she was furious, grinding her teeth. She wanted to see what these two country bumpkins were capable of. Could anyone really risk offending the Lu Family?

She would not rest until she got even!

She wanted them to beg her on their knees to return to work.

"Director, just don’t regret firing me!"

The director of the guesthouse knew that Yu Chunhua had some background, but if he didn’t comply, he wouldn’t be able to continue being the director.

"Xiao Yu, I had no choice in this matter. You saw what happened just now. If there’s any misunderstanding, you all can clear it up amongst yourselves. If you want to come back to work here, I’ll keep this position for you."

After saying that, he personally led Xu Qinghuan and the others upstairs. Xu Qinghuan asked, "What’s the waitress’s name, does she have any backing?"

She asked very bluntly.

The director of the guesthouse dared not ignore her question, "Her name is Yu Chunhua, I’ve heard her mother is a service staff of the Lu Family, and this job was arranged by Mrs. Lu herself."

Xu Qinghuan snorted, "Mrs. Lu? You mean Song Wanlin?"

"Ah, that—I don’t know," the director truly didn’t know.

The driver beside them did know; he also knew that Xu Qinghuan was Song Wanlin’s biological daughter and passed on the information, "Yes, that’s the name!"

How ironic!

To Song Wanlin, arranging a job in the city was as easy as a snap, yet back then she used marriage to manipulate her. In Song Wanlin’s eyes, her daughter had less value than a housemaid.

Fortunately, Xu Qinghuan felt no motherly affection towards Song Wanlin.

"Comrade Xu, you can rest for now, I’ll take you to the state-run restaurant for a meal later, and you can relax in the afternoon. If you need anything, let the waiters contact me. My surname is Wen!"

The driver gave the contact information to Xu Qinghuan.

"You don’t need to come over, we still have plans later. We came hastily this time and didn’t bring much clothing, so we’ll head out to buy some later, to avoid being looked down upon by city folks."

Xu Qinghuan’s sharp words left both the driver and director a bit embarrassed, they offered some perfunctory apologies and left.

This time, there was no waitress chasing after them with reminders not to roam around the place.

Xu Qinghuan and Jiang Xingye’s rooms were adjacent. She opened the door a bit; guesthouses from that era all had similar conditions—but the fact that there was a bathroom inside, making it convenient to shower, was quite a benefit.

Xu Qinghuan took out some toiletries from her bag, took the opportunity to fetch an extra set from space, and handed them to Jiang Xingye, "You freshen up first, and then we’ll go out to buy clothes."

Jiang Xingye had been busy all day yesterday and then traveled all night; now that it was hot, he was indeed both smelly and messy, which was one of Yu Chunhua’s reasons for disliking him.

"Okay!" Jiang Xingye took the items.

The towel was very soft, and the toothpaste and toothbrush were new, originally bought by Xu Qinghuan from the Shen City Department Store before heading to the countryside.

When Xu Qinghuan came out, Jiang Xingye had already finished showering. As she opened the door, she saw Jiang Xingye leaning against it, looking morose.

"Let’s go shopping!"

Jiang Xingye sidestepped, squeezed in, closed the door, pulled Xu Qinghuan into his arms without uttering a word, and kissed her hard.

There was a faint mint smell—leftover from the toothpaste—mixed with his masculine hormones, enveloping Xu Qinghuan heavily.

He kissed her fiercely.

It lasted about twenty minutes; Xu Qinghuan felt her tongue go numb, and her lungs seemed void of air, nearly suffocating, before he let her go.

Xu Qinghuan’s legs went weak, slipping downwards, and Jiang Xingye scooped her up, pulled back the sheets, sat on the bed, placing her on his lap.

Face-to-face, their foreheads touched as Xu Qinghuan’s neck flopped weakly, her hands resting powerlessly on his shoulders, panting heavily.

Jiang Xingye watched her for a moment, clasped her nape, and began to kiss her gently, maxing out tenderness.

Having vented his emotions earlier, he now knew to care for her.

After another ten minutes, Jiang Xingye slowly pecked at her lips, signaling the end.

Xu Qinghuan’s heartbeat pounded like a drum, leaned against his chest, avoided his kisses, listening to the strong heartbeat from his chest—equally fast as hers.

There was a lingering desire in his kiss, his entire body burning, like a furnace igniting near her.

"Xingye, what’s going on?" Xu Qinghuan asked softly, raising her hand to stroke his face, the newly grown stubble scraping her hand a bit.

Thinking she’ll have to buy a razor later, she contemplated.

Having rushed here with nothing in hand, something must have happened, but she asked several times on the plane, and he said nothing, remaining silent, so she stopped pressing him.

"I thought you’d never return," Jiang Xingye said holding her, his warm, soft body in his arms, finally feeling he truly possessed her.

"Didn’t I leave you a note? Once I finish this surgery, I’ll be back," Xu Qinghuan was shocked.

Jiang Xingye’s dark eyes fixed on her, "You wrote ’no set return date.’

He couldn’t imagine her leaving, never coming back. He thought to himself, even if she wouldn’t return after leaving, he wanted her to tell him directly, even if he’d be longing forever, heartbroken, he wanted her to say it.

"I said ’no set return date’ because..." Xu Qinghuan felt she needed to teach him reading comprehension properly,

"I don’t know how difficult the surgery will be, the patient is somewhat unique, and I can’t predict the recovery. If I said I’d be back in ten days and then couldn’t return, wouldn’t you worry yourself sick!"

She felt for him too—seeing him pursued by so many at the airport, seeing him run towards her recklessly, she was in pain!

Right now, she held him tight, "Xingye, don’t worry, even if we part in the future, it won’t be because of time and distance separating us—it’ll definitely be because of incompatible personalities, nothing else."

"No, we won’t be incompatible," Jiang Xingye said eagerly, his hand slightly tightening on Xu Qinghuan’s shoulder, "If we are incompatible, I’ll change; you show me how to change, I’ll change until we fit."

The future was unknown, but his heart was so sincere at this moment.

Xu Qinghuan chuckled lightly, "Alright, let’s try to be compatible our whole lives!"

Only then did Jiang Xingye smile, his eyes dark and bright, the laughter speckling like blooming flowers, the sharp lines of his face softening—the rebellious, unruly aura disappearing, leaving him warm like an ancient piece of jade.

Xu Qinghuan was simply in love with that, embracing his head and kissing him. For a moment, Jiang Xingye was stunned, hurriedly holding her waist, leaning forward, offering himself to her.