What should I do? What should I do?...

In Lin Chuan's head, millions of "what should I do"s bubbled up. The situation had already progressed to this stage, was he really going to do nothing? Act as if nothing had happened? That's not his style, but he didn't understand her at all, was he supposed to marry her? That's even more unrealistic. Lin Chuan's face was full of conflict, his expression pained.

At this moment, Fang Yuan poked her head out from the kitchen and said, "Lin Chuan, you don't have to feel guilty, I never thought about making you take responsibility."

"Ah..." Lin Chuan heard this and immediately felt a sense of relief, as if a gentle spring breeze had brushed across his face.

Soon after, Fang Yuan brought up breakfast, steamed buns, and both milk and sandwiches, all heated up.

"Just have something casually." Fang Yuan took a seat at the dining table.

During this breakfast, Lin Chuan was somewhat distracted, even more flustered. He was conflicted inside.

"Do you... usually live alone?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"Mhm." Fang Yuan nodded, saying, "The bar is just downstairs, it's convenient for work."

"Makes sense." Lin Chuan ate a steamed bun and continued, "You... you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Nope." Fang Yuan's face was expressionless.

Lin Chuan let out another sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, and said, "About... this matter, I... I will find a way to take responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan put the hot milk she was holding on the table, her lips curled into a smile, she puffed out her impressive chest, and asked, "How will you take responsibility? Are you planning to marry me?"

"I..." Lin Chuan was immediately annoyed, wasn't he just asking for trouble? Initially, he wanted to offer some monetary compensation, but on second thought, it seemed like this woman probably wasn't short on money. Lin Chuan forced a bitter smile and did not reply.

Fang Yuan slapped the table, her expression fierce, and said, "What do you mean? After eating your fill and drinking plenty, do you plan to just wipe your mouth and leave?"

"I..." Lin Chuan was so anxious that his face turned red.

Pff...

Fang Yuan burst into laughter, her bosom shaking dramatically; she said with a chuckle, "Don't be so nervous, I never really expected you to take responsibility. You know I'm a woman of the nightlife, how could I possibly make you responsible?"

"No!" Lin Chuan suddenly spoke firmly, "You're not, even though you look like a woman of the nightlife on the outside, your heart is pure."

As he said this, Lin Chuan pointed at the dark red bloodstain on the sofa, "That is the evidence."

Fang Yuan's face turned slightly red, she bit her lip and said, "Every woman has to go through this at some point. I just chose a man who caught my eye. Moreover, you didn't disappoint me last night, your performance was satisfying. Looks like you must be a virgin too, right?"

Saying this, Fang Yuan took a red envelope from the pocket of her clothes hanging on the rack and handed it over.

"What do you mean?" Lin Chuan was stunned.

"The virgin red envelope." Fang Yuan smiled, "It's an old rule in places of nightlife, when you meet a virgin, you give a red envelope."

Lin Chuan's face reddened, this joke was too much, even though he was a virgin, did he really need to accept a red envelope? Lin Chuan awkwardly pushed the red envelope back, saying, "I... I can't accept this."

"Just take it," returned Fang Yuan.

"No, how can I take advantage of the situation and also accept a red envelope?" Lin Chuan shook his head.

"Alright, if you won't take it, then marry me," Fang Yuan glared at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan got a fright, hastily stuffing the red envelope into his pocket. Fang Yuan huffed, "You'd rather take a red envelope than marry me. It seems I'm not even worth a red envelope of two thousand yuan."

"No... that's not it," Lin Chuan shook his head uncomfortably, "I..."

Fang Yuan covered her mouth and laughed, "Alright, stop it, hurry up and eat your breakfast."

Lin Chuan nodded and quickly stuffed buns and sandwiches into his mouth, fearing that Fang Yuan would talk to him again, a conversation that would surely revolve around last night's incident. Since he was not good at conversation, he might as well use food to block his own mouth.

Watching Lin Chuan gobble down his food so hastily, Fang Yuan laughed even more joyfully.

Most men would be desperate to marry her, but this guy was not only indifferent but also seemed to have little interest in her. If it weren't for last night's proof of his extraordinary abilities, Fang Yuan would really suspect this guy of being homosexual, impotent, or even suffering from erectile dysfunction. However, now it seems that this guy is somewhat cute.

After the meal, Lin Chuan bid farewell.

"Alright, you can go." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "I need to sleep, didn't get any sleep at all last night. I have to get some rest this morning, otherwise I'll age faster."

"Then... I won't disturb you anymore," Lin Chuan nodded.

"Leave me your number." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't bother you. With your skills, if I run into trouble in the future, you could help me out, right?"

"No problem." Lin Chuan paused to think, knowing that working in a bar, Fang Yuan might attract some unwanted attention and trouble was sometimes inevitable. Therefore, Lin Chuan patted his chest and said, "Just call me if you have any trouble."

After all, he had slept with her. If he couldn't be of any help when needed, that would be quite unmanly and not very honorable.

After leaving his number, Lin Chuan promptly left Fang Yuan's place, making a mental note of her apartment number before leaving: 1108.

The unit number is good, and so is the floor. This bar street is in the economically prosperous district of Jiangbei City, where housing prices start above ten thousand per square meter. Fang Yuan's apartment must be at least around a hundred square meters. The price should be over a million.

Coming out of the building, the bar street seemed desolate, with a few drunkards lying at random on the street, probably kicked out directly by the staff after the bars closed. Having slept on the street for a few hours, they will likely be woken by the cold soon.

Lin Chuan tightened his coat as the temperature had dropped even further today.

Changlin Community.

Approaching the end of the year, the stage had already been set up at the factory entrance. The large stage could accommodate twenty or thirty people performing at once. Only a few days left until the Changlin Factory workers' gathering, many people from Changlin Community came to watch. Many people were very excited about it.

The huge stage was already covered with a red carpet, and a banner depicting the unity of workers and peasants hung in the background. The workers in blue uniforms, and the peasants in army green clothes, whether workers or peasants, all wore a red badge bearing the portrait of Chairman Mao, and a bright red five-pointed star hung on their collars.

A large banner was displayed on the stage: "Chinese children have unique aspirations, they love weapons more than beauty." This was a quote from Chairman Mao, to fully reflect the atmosphere of that era. Zhou Kai went as far as to invite a group of old-timers to the scene to direct the arrangements. The detailed decorations were also meticulously in place.

There were also many big-character posters on the stage, such as: "All reactionaries are paper tigers." "Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance..."

When Lin Chuan returned to Changlin Community and saw a crowd at the factory gate, he thought something had happened. After pushing through the crowd, he realized it was the stage set up by Zhou Kai and the others that had attracted the residents' attention. Taking a glance at the stage, it really resembled the '90s. Especially with those big-character posters and the worker-peasant cooperative paintings, it almost perfectly recreated the atmosphere of the time.

"I hear there's going to be another workers' gathering in the factory?"

"All the state-owned factories have closed, what workers' gathering?"

"Apparently, it's to honor the revolutionary enterprises of the past. It's to show the new generation the spirit of the people back then."

"That's a good thing. People had high quality and high morals back in those days. Not like now, although China's economy has made lots of progress, our moral standards have declined a lot..."

The onlooking uncles and aunties seemed very excited. Clearly, they were looking forward to a grand workers' gathering. They were hoping to see a gathering that could inspire. Of course, what they wanted most was an event that could reignite their memories. Back then, during the thriving years, thousands gathered in the open square across the way, adults and children alike, proclaiming revolution, then parading in protest. Especially when the factory director's Beijing Jeep appeared, the crowd chanted slogans and shouted loudly. The atmosphere was almost exhilarating.

Today, memories have settled, but when the stage appeared, everyone's memories were stirred up.

At this time, many people were gathered around the scene.

Zhou Kai was busy with his crew; all the equipment was rented. After all, it was all inexpensive stuff. To restore the workers' gathering to its former state as much as possible, Zhou Kai and the others tried not to use modern equipment. The loudspeakers that once hung around the factory area are no longer in use. Instead, they bought some speakers with higher power, reinstalled them, and ran wires. Hidden behind the stage were a few modern amplifiers and mixing desks.

"Kai, not bad," Lin Chuan walked over.

"Chuan, the stage set-up is almost done," Zhou Kai smiled and said, "The veteran artists from the factory have also agreed to perform. They've been rehearsing for over a month now. A few days ago, Uncle Zhang, the leader of the art troupe, even came to ask about the situation. I told him it's happening as scheduled."

"Good," Lin Chuan nodded.

"Oh, Uncle Liu and the others also secretly got in touch with me," Zhou Kai said with a smile.

"What for?" Lin Chuan was surprised.

"Hehe, he said their old militia team also wants to come," Zhou Kai grinned, "They said, what's a workers' gathering without a militia team?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," Lin Chuan laughed, "How did I forget about that? Mr. Liu used to be the captain of the militia team, but later on, the militia was disbanded. Everybody got a subsidy and split up, right?"

"No worries, if the old man wants to come, let him come," Zhou Kai laughed, "After all, it's a gathering for everyone."

"Alright," Lin Chuan nodded, "You handle it."

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