Marriage Counselor (Part II) Zhang Baotong

After meeting Professor Sun's wife, Mr. Wang, and the male junior Chen Zhiwei, Wu Qian couldn't help but feel a little afraid of difficulties. Because not all mistresses can be driven away, and not all marriages can be saved. Some very difficult cases cannot be taken over, just like a doctor who knows that the patient is not saved, and has to spend that dead effort, but the result is that the money is not earned, but the person is killed, which is really more than worth the loss.

However, Manager Kong had already taken the case and handed it over to him to handle. He had to give a satisfactory answer no matter what. But how cruel and difficult it would be to drive away the most beloved ones!

According to the information provided by Professor Sun, Mrs. Wang and Chen Zhiwei go to the Huangdu nightclub every Tuesday and Friday night. So, after dinner, he came to the imperial capital nightclub early. Located in the middle of West Street, Huangdu Nightclub is a large-scale entertainment venue known throughout the city. Because it was still early, the lights in the dance hall were dim and empty, and the music and dance music were lingering in a low voice. After a while, people entered the dance floor and began to sing and dance to the music.

Wu Qian sat at a small table next to the dance floor across from the song hall, asked the waiter for a plate of melon seeds and a bucket of drinks, and watched others sing and dance while sipping melon seeds. At about eight o'clock, the dance party officially began, the volume of the dance music became louder, and the five-colored lights began to turn, but the lights gradually dimmed. The singers and dance partners began to dance. At this time, there are more and more people, most of them bring female companions, and those who do not bring female companions can spend one or twenty yuan to find a female companion on the sidelines.

Wu Qian didn't have a female companion, so he kept sitting. At this time, a middle-aged woman came and invited him to dance. He jumped with the woman. After dancing for a while, Wu Qian noticed that people were making way for a pair of dancers and dancers so that they could have more space to perform freely. Wu Qian quickly recognized that the pair of dancers were Professor Sun's wife Wang Cuixia and his little lover Chen Zhiwei. The two of them are dancing, they are simply performing. Sometimes they walk slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes fluttering, sometimes spinnering, almost like a pair of professional dancers participating in a high-level dance competition. Soon, the entire dance floor stopped dancing and watched them with pleasure.

Although Wang Cuixia is nearly forty years old, she is wearing a professional dancer's floating skirt, and she flies as light as a swallow in the dance, like a long-sleeved dancing girl, spinning and flying affectionately and attentively with the music. The handsome little guy was like a prince, dancing gracefully and affectionately, dancing with his princess. His calm and free demeanor is like snowflakes flying, walking in the clouds, which makes people can't help but admire from the bottom of their hearts. Until the end of the song, the ballroom burst into prolonged applause.

Wu Qian said to the middle-aged woman next to him, "They are really a beautiful pair of dragons flying and phoenixes." ”

The middle-aged woman said, "That woman is the goddess of this dance field, and the man has nothing to say, not only does he dance well, but he also sings well, and everyone calls him the song fairy and the dance king." ”

Next, someone started ordering and singing. Although Wu Qian sings averagely, his appreciation level is still quite high. After listening to some people's songs, I felt that the singing was too ordinary, and most people couldn't sing as well as Fan Lisha. Because he often sings with Fan Lisa. After a while, Wang Cuixia walked up to the stage and sang a song "Sweet Honey", which was not bad, the sound quality was a little thin, but the love was deep and sincere. Next, that Chen Zhiwei sang "Spring in the North". It sang so well, almost to a professional level. This also made Wu Qian even more impressed by this young man from a mountainous rural area, and couldn't help but think, no wonder Wang always loved him so deeply and truly. Especially when they sang "Husband and Wife Return Home", they sang and performed at the same time. And every time, Mr. Wang can't help but express his affection to the little handsome guy. After singing, Mr. Wang took the handsome guy's hand and walked off the stage with him cordially and affectionately, and then the two came to a small table, leaning on each other tightly and talking.

After about half an hour, the two quietly left the song hall. Wu Qian immediately got up and followed. When he got out of the gate of the Imperial Capital Nightclub, he saw that the two had entered a red Mercedes Benz. Wu Qian hurriedly got into his car and chased after the red Mercedes-Benz. The car drove east along East Avenue to Huancheng East Road, turned north onto Taihua Road, drove through the Second Ring Road, and stopped in front of a hotel on Beichen Avenue. watched Mr. Wang and the young man enter the hotel side by side. He pulled over the car and walked briskly into the hotel lobby. At this time, I saw Mr. Wang sitting on the sofa in the hall waiting, and the handsome little guy was checking in. Soon, the check-in procedures were completed, and the young man beckoned to Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang walked over and entered the elevator hand in hand with the young man.

Wu Qian looked at his watch, and it was already past ten o'clock at this time. He returned to the car from the hall and waited to see when they would come out. Because it was boring to sit in the car and wait, he called Xiuqin's husband first and asked Xiuqin how she was doing these days. Xiuqin's husband said that she didn't eat for two days at first, and she was always shedding tears. I had dinner for the past two days, but I still didn't speak. It makes people look very disturbing and anxious. Wu Qian said that she had been away from home for more than three years, and she still had a lot of discomfort when she suddenly returned home, so she had to slowly coax her to follow her.

He then called Ms. Peng again to inquire about the situation. Ms. Peng said that her husband came back the day before yesterday, but he didn't say a word to her until now, and he locked himself in the hut all day, or he went out to drink alone, and when he drank too much, he would go back to the house and cry loudly, which was more painful than dying of his mother. Wu Qian also felt very helpless, but there was nothing to do, so he had to persuade Ms. Peng that everything should be left to him first, and maybe it would be fine after a while.

At about half past ten, Mr. Wang and Chen Zhiwei walked out of the hotel with each other's arms, got into the car, and the car entered Taihua Road along the North Second Ring Road, and then drove north. They stopped in front of a barbecue restaurant, got out of the car to eat barbecue together, drank fruit beer, talked and laughed, like a pair of close lovers. Wu Qian was afraid that they would recognize him, so he didn't dare to get out of the car, and sat in the car and waited.

After the two finished the barbecue, they got into the car again. But the car didn't start, which made Wu Qian feel very strange. About three to five minutes later, the young man got out of the car and beckoned to Mr. Wang. The car was then driven by Mr. Wang and turned around at the intersection and drove towards the south. And the handsome little guy walked down the sidewalk towards the north.

Seeing the young man walking north alone, Wu Qian couldn't help but think that any young person who entered this metropolis would have the dream he longed for. But how many people can realize their dreams? Not to mention a helpless rural youth from a poor mountainous area, even a person who was born and raised in the city, and how many people can make their dreams come true? In the past, Wu Qian had an irrepressible contempt for the little white face who relied on women to eat soft rice, but now he can fully understand his situation, if he does not rely on Mr. Wang, who else can he rely on? But although this kind of reliance can make him gain a lot, it will also make him lose a lot. Maybe that's the helplessness of life.