CHAPTER 92: DON’T THINK ABOUT IT

What—was Wang Jingyuan allergic to national unity?!

Did socialism give him hives?!

Lu Qingyan’s jaw dropped as she stared at the phone.

What, could it possibly be that Wang Jingyuan was some terrorist, so he couldn’t bear to see propaganda films about socialism?

— Quick delete this before Brother Jing sees this!

— "DELETE IT DELETE IT DELETE ITTTTT—"

A frantic message popped up in the WeChat group chat.

Although she admits that Wang Jingyuan was not exactly what he seems, and he even knows how to utilize coquetry to the point that it simply doesn’t seem human, but how can these people be so discriminatory?

The more Lu Qingyan looked at it, the more baffled she became.

As a result, she subconsciously clicked on the video.

Han Ming withdrew the video message almost as soon as she clicked on it, but the video was still successfully loaded.

At the beginning of the video, there was an especially purposeful-looking and red photo, resembling a cover from a powerpoint. The sound appeared to be low.

Lu Qingyan stared at it for a moment before she realized that it probably wasn’t right of her to open the video without permission.

The audio was low, barely a whisper of some patriotic march. Boring.

She tilted her head, prepared to close it. Curiosity sated.

She glanced at it a few times at random, and was preparing to close the video and continue with her questions, but in the next second, Lu Qingyan saw a scene that she will never forget in this lifetime.

The purposeful-looking and red cover photo of the video suddenly changed, and a spotlessly white and soft bed abruptly appeared.

On the bed, there was a man and a woman embracing one another. The honey-colored skin of the man was a sharp contrast to the fair complexion of the woman.

At the same time, the moment the scene suddenly changed, the sound of the video instantly became several times louder.

Lu Qingyan caught a glimpse of the woman’s expression that revealed both pleasure and pain.

Her pupils shrank like dried raisins. Her heart slammed into her ribcage like it was trying to flee.

And then, all of a sudden, the woman’s exaggerated cries spread throughout the bedroom.

Lu Qingyan hand that held the phone trembled twice, and Wang Jingyuan phone fell to the ground with a "pata" sound.

She jumped back, her hands instinctively behind her back like she’d just been caught shoplifting a watermelon.

Lu Qingyan abruptly stood up and retreated a few steps, her heart thumping wildly. She recalled the scene of the lithe woman she had happened to catch a glimpse of...

F*ck.

It seems like...

Was that woman crying or laughing?! Why was it so ambiguous?!

Stop!

Stop!

You cannot think about it anymore!!

She clutched her chest. Her mind blanked. No thoughts, only static.

Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony...

Prosperity! Democracy! Civilization! Harmony!!!

She began reciting the Core Socialist Values like a spell to cleanse her soul. Maybe if she chanted hard enough, the Ministry of Culture would forgive her. Maybe even erase the memory altogether.

When Wang Jingyuan came in with the water, he happened to hear the cries of a woman. The sound caused his footsteps to pause and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then he noticed that the originally seated Lu Qingyan had stood up at some unknown time with a bewildered expression on her face. And with her hands behind her back, she resembled a kindergartener that had done something wrong.

Lu Qingyan: standing like she just witnessed a murder, both hands awkwardly clutched behind her back, mouthing silent phrases as if summoning a holy guardian.

Her mouth was also talking to herself as if she was reciting Buddhist scripture, and when she saw him walked in, her eyes even became especially flustered. Her heart pounded as if it were trying to file a police report

Immediately afterward, Wang Jingyuan discovered that those sounds were coming from his phone that was currently on the floor.

And when he stepped into the room, the sound seemed to have gotten even louder, as if some switch was flipped. The sound kept getting louder and louder, as if there was no stopping it now that it’s started.

The room: cursed.

"..."

Wang Jingyuan’s brows twitched.

Wang Jingyuan seemed to pay no attention to it as he laid the glass of water on the table.

Then he raised his eyebrows slightly and casually looked over, and in contrast with the background noise, her whole person appeared more rigid, "I told you to use my phone to compare answers, where did you end up comparing to?"

"I—I didn’t mean to! I just—I thought it was a film! A patriotic one!" she blurted, frantically waving her hands like she could fan away the sounds still echoing from the floor.

The phone responded with a particularly enthusiastic scream. Her whole body stiffened.

Lu Qingyan wanted to explain more, but at this time, another scream came from the woman on the phone in front of her. It caused her to hesitate in that moment as she didn’t know how to start explaining.

There was a small person in her heart frantically shouting at her to immediately shut it off, but every time she glanced at the ground and caught a glimpse of the indescribable scenery of white brightness on the phone, both of her legs went weak as if it’s been laden with lead, making it difficult to move.

This.. this is too difficult for her.

She’s only a baby.

F*ck!!!

Begging you, please let her go!

All sorts of sounds that would cause a person to blush and their heart to beat erratically came from the phone without stopping.

Lu Qingyan clamped both hands over her face and shrieked through her fingers, "It’s not like that! I swear! Please let me explain!"

Wang Jingyuan, clearly enjoying the chaos far too much, leaned against the desk and raised an eyebrow.

He hadn’t even bothered turning off the phone.

He sipped from his glass of water.

"Mm. Take your time. I’m listening."