Chapter 242: He Just Had Lust At First Sight
The girl who opened the door looked about seventeen or eighteen, graceful and poised, with bright eyes and white teeth, icy skin and jade bones, truly a stunning beauty.
She was wearing a grayish-white jacket and skirt.
It was clearly just an ordinary piece of clothes, but on her, it made one’s eyes light up.
“What a charming beauty!”
Cao Weida couldn’t help but admire inwardly.
“Excuse me, who are you looking for?” The girl blinked her eyes at him, speaking in a soft, gentle voice.
Her two small braids swayed back and forth, a breath of youthful energy hitting him in the face.
Her crisp voice echoed in his ears, making Cao Weida’s eardrums feel as if nourished by a fine drizzle.
Looking at her clear eyes, shimmering like autumn water, full of youthful vitality and pure simplicity, like a needle piercing straight into his heart, then coming alive, taking root and sprouting.
His eyes suddenly couldn’t move, staring at her unblinkingly.
For some reason, he suddenly felt like he was in love.
“I never used to believe in love at first sight, only in lust at first sight.”
“But now, I suddenly believe it.”
His murmur, though low, was heard clearly by Luo Mengyun, who was right beside him.
Because of this, her gentle and elegant face, brimming with youthful vitality, instantly flushed like rosy clouds.
“Sir, do you have something you need?”
She felt a bit annoyed inwardly—what kind of person says such blatant things the first time they meet? Too unrestrained.
Women all have vanity, especially at her young age; being spoken to like this by someone who likes her, she felt shy and annoyed, but also a little secretly pleased.
“Ah? Ah, sorry, I zoned out.” Cao Weida’s heart raced uncontrollably; he felt like she was a magnet, involuntarily drawing his gaze, unable to shift away.
Feeling his behavior a bit forward, he cleared his throat tactically and quickly said:
“Excuse me, is Professor Luo Yunxuan at home? I’d like to ask him for a favor.”
“You’re looking for my father?” Luo Mengyun, shy under Cao Weida’s ardent gaze, flusteredly stepped aside. “My father is inside. Please come in.”
“Thank you.” Cao Weida nodded politely, then tilted his head with a smile after entering: “You just said Professor Luo is your father, so you must be Miss Luo Mengyun?”
Luo Mengyun pursed her cherry lips and nodded. “Yes, sir, may I have your noble surname?”
Perhaps because lovers see beauty in everything, Cao Weida always felt her youthful, radiant face wore a gentle smile, making him reluctant to look away.
And that’s exactly what he did—though he knew it wasn’t right, he couldn’t bear to shift his gaze, grinning: “No need for titles, Cao Weida, a cowardly scoundrel afraid of death.”
“Giggle~ No one talks about themselves like that~” Luo Mengyun covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, about to say more, but meeting his unwavering, fiery gaze, she shyly looked away, unable to continue.
“Mr. Cao, this way, please follow me.” The shy Luo Mengyun crossed her hands, head down, and hurried forward with small steps.
She knew she was pretty and that many boys liked her, but being stared at so directly and passionately was a first, making her heart flutter uneasily.
Watching Luo Mengyun flee like a startled deer, Cao Weida couldn’t help but curve his lips in a knowing smile: “Looks like the Cao Family has found its matriarch!”
Love at first sight?
No, he was just overcome with lust at first sight!
The aura about Luo Mengyun reminded him of a phrase: the girl next door has grown up!
And crucially, this girl next door was so beautiful!
For a man with possessiveness, the first thought about such a girl was naturally to take her home!
From the first glance at Luo Mengyun, his heart surged with an impulse: to marry her and make her his wife!
He knew Luo Mengyun was actually in the Underground Party, but so what?
This wife, he was determined to have!
With a slight smile, he quickened his pace to follow.
Professor Luo was a scholar, and scholars all favored refined elegance. Along the path, the courtyard was planted with peonies and grapevines, the vines already climbing the trellis, branches sprawling over the pavilion.
Imagine sitting in this pavilion, sipping tea, inhaling the surrounding grape fragrance.
Tsk, no way—when I get back, I gotta set up my courtyard like this; the vibe would skyrocket!
“Father.”
“Hm? Mengyun, weren’t you going out? Why are you back?” Luo Yunxuan, wearing glasses and exuding scholarly air, smiled indulgently: “Did you forget something again in your rush?”
“Oh, Father~~ How can you say that about your daughter? I didn’t~~” Luo Mengyun pouted coquettishly:
“A gentleman named Cao Weida came to visit you. I brought him here.”
“Oh? Cao Weida?” Luo Yunxuan’s heart stirred; he turned to look toward the door.
Just then, Cao Weida appeared at the door, cupping his hands with a smile: “Professor Luo, it’s Cao Weida. I apologize for the unannounced visit.”
“Mr. Cao is too polite.” Seeing it was a young man, Professor Luo’s suspicions grew firmer. He probed:
“There’s a Cao Patrol Officer at the Police Station also named Cao Weida. I wonder—”
Cao Weida smiled humbly: “That’s me. Professor Luo has a keen eye.”
“You’re a police officer? A patrol officer?” Luo Mengyun seemed very surprised, her black-gem-like eyes staring at him in astonishment, her cherry lips slightly parted, indescribably cute and charming.
Cao Weida smiled back: “Miss Luo, you’ve caught me.”
Recovering, Luo Mengyun huffed lightly, turning away and muttering: “So he’s one of those guys who helps the Japanese.”
Patrolmen had a bad reputation in most people’s minds, including Luo Mengyun’s.
She’d seen too many patrolmen bullying the people, so her first impression of them was very poor.
“Mengyun, mind your manners!” Luo Yunxuan scolded mildly. “Mr. Cao is not some villainous cop; he’s done plenty for the people and never bullied them!”
After rebuking Luo Mengyun, he clasped his fists toward Cao Weida: “Mr. Cao, my daughter is willful. I apologize for my poor upbringing.”
“Mr. Luo is too courteous. Miss Luo is straightforward, elegant yet spirited—proof of your fine education!” With that, Cao Weida looked at Luo Mengyun again and smiled:
“Moreover, Miss Luo’s prejudice shows just how much we’ve failed as police.”
“In the end, it’s our fault as officers.”
Cao Weida’s attitude surprised Luo Mengyun somewhat. She was a newbie who’d just joined the Underground Party, previously focused on school, not much aware of society.
Thus, though Cao Weida had gained some fame in Beiping’s Outer Fifth District, she didn’t know.
Hearing her father’s introduction and Cao Weida’s attitude, she realized she’d judged too hastily.
Her earlier bias upon hearing he was a cop now shifted greatly.
“Sorry, I was too hasty and misunderstood you. I apologize.” Her temperament was gentle yet frank; realizing her mistake, she apologized straightforwardly.
“Miss Luo is too kind. Everything is fleeting, everything will pass—it’s all a misunderstanding, cleared up now.”
As soon as Cao Weida spoke, Luo Mengyun’s eyes lit up excitedly: “Mr. Cao, you read Pushkin’s poetry too?”
“What, does Miss Luo like it too?” Cao Weida asked knowingly.
While watching Wolf Smoke Beiping, he’d really liked this woman’s personality.
Her romantic purity, kind gentleness, brave resolve—all had captivated him as an audience member.
When Luo Mengyun died by suicide, he’d angrily cursed the screenwriter for killing her off!
So naturally, he knew she loved Pushkin’s poetry.
Seeing the real Luo Mengyun before him—jade-like, learned, insightful, and refined—like a face grown into his heart, he wished he could snatch her home to have kids right now.
He, who hadn’t used tricks on previous women, suddenly felt like trying some.
With women, you have to hit their soft spot!
Different women require different approaches.
Bribe money-loving ones with cash, power-hungry with authority; for someone like Luo Mengyun with petite bourgeois traits, create spiritual resonance and lifestyle vibes!
Luo Mengyun loved literature, especially Pushkin’s poetry; his earlier words quoted from it.
See, the effect was quite noticeable.
Don’t blame him for being sly—who made it so that true hearts never last, but tricks win the day?
“Yes, yes, I love it!” Luo Mengyun nodded excitedly. “You just said ‘Everything is fleeting, everything will pass’—that’s from If life deceives you!”
“Right, what’s your favorite poem of his? Mine is To the Sea—its pursuit of freedom and ideals leaves such a profound impression.”
“Ahem ahem” Luo Yunxuan coughed twice to interrupt, a bad premonition rising in his heart, like his little cabbage being eyed by a pig.
“Mengyun, stop fooling around. Mr. Cao has business with me. Aren’t you going out? Go on!”
“Alright, then Father, Mr. Cao, you chat. I’ll head out first, hehe!” Luo Mengyun stuck out her tongue sheepishly, looking utterly adorable.
She’d finally met a fellow Pushkin poetry lover with so much to share, reluctant to leave.
But being sensible and proper, she knew priorities and bounced out happily.
