Chapter 00158: Clicking Tongues
# Clicking Tongues
Chapter 158
Novel: 1979 Golden Age
Chapter 158: Clicking Tongues
November 11th, morning.
Apart from Chen Qi, Li Wenhua, Gong Xue, and Li Lianjie, everyone else was about to head back.
Dressed in sportswear and carrying gifts that Chen Qi had personally bought for them—officially credited to the Great Wall—they prepared to leave.
The mainland authorities would be checking, after all.
If you didn’t have Hong Kong dollars on you, how could you have bought anything?
“You’ve done well this time. Go back and rest up!”
Chen Qi hugged Wang Qun, resembling a heartless capitalist handing out red envelopes at the company entrance after the Spring Festival.
Yet, everyone was deeply moved.
“Coach, you’ve worked hard. We’ll definitely meet again!”
“Take care of yourself too!”
Yu Hai and Yu Chenghui, being elders, looked at him with mixed emotions—part boss, part nephew.
“Brother Qi, I want to stay with you. I’ve been dismissed from the martial arts team, and there’s nothing for me back home.”
“Aren’t you still filming *Shaolin Temple*? Come find me in Beijing after you’re done.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll definitely come!”
Ji Chunhua was overjoyed and gave him a bear hug.
Chen Qi saw each of them through security.
The atmosphere was heavy, like comrades-in-arms parting ways, with some leaving while others prepared for a new battlefield.
His demeanor seemed to radiate a golden aura, as if the words “charisma” were written all over him.
Even Li Lianjie was visibly moved.
After sending off his brothers, the group continued to wait at the airport.
An hour later, the flight landed, and Fang Yurong from China Film and Fu Jingong, the director of *Yan Guilai*, arrived in Hong Kong.
They had to transit through Hong Kong to get to Berlin.
“Director Fu! Comrade Yurong! Welcome to Hong Kong.”
Chen Qi went up to greet them—it was part of his job.
“Hello, hello, thank you for your trouble!”
Fu Jingong, in his fifties, was a veteran director from the Shanghai Film Studio.
Without any particularly notable works to his name, he was extremely nervous on his first visit to Hong Kong, constantly looking around with caution.
After exchanging pleasantries, Fang Yurong leaned in and asked, “How’s it been in Hong Kong? How’s *The Tai Chi* doing?”
“Well, we’re making steady progress. Supply and demand are both rising, but the flaws are obvious. The audience’s reviews are fair and honest, showcasing the spirit of our mainland artists. We still have a lot of work to do.”
“Progress is good. Take it step by step!”
Fang Yurong comforted him and asked, “Do you have any related newspapers? I’d like to take a look.”
“Yes, yes. Let’s get in the car first. Our flight is tonight, and it’s an overnight trip. You two should rest up. Health is the foundation of revolution.”
Chen Qi ushered them into the car and headed straight to the hotel.
Fang Yurong and Fu Jingong, exhausted from their journey, were eager to rest.
They settled in without further ado.
…………
In the room.
Chen Qi was also worn out.
Only in these few hours before departure did he finally have some real downtime, free from any worries.
He had intended to lie down for a bit, but ended up falling asleep.
Li Wenhua watched him silently, suddenly feeling a pang of heartache.
Since arriving in Hong Kong, he had felt like a fool, clueless and unable to handle anything, relying entirely on Chen Qi to manage everything.
The young man’s exceptional talent in certain areas often made people forget his age.
He was only 21!
Not even of legal marriage age.
Li Wenhua, being a close associate of Wang Yang, knew a bit about the purpose of this trip.
Good heavens, it was about earning foreign currency! To place such a heavy burden on a young man made him feel like he had wasted his own life.
“…”
Li Wenhua watched for a while, sighed, and quietly left the room to find Li Lianjie for a game of chess to pass the time.
After an unknown period, Chen Qi finally woke up groggily.
He glanced out the window and noticed the sky had darkened.
He quickly checked his Swiss-made watch—4 o’clock.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Their flight was at 7 PM.
The trip to Berlin would take over ten hours, arriving the next morning.
He washed his face.
His luggage was already packed.
With nothing else to do, he decided to knock on the door next door.
“Who is it?”
“Sister, it’s me!”
There was a second of silence, as if the shamelessness of his greeting had stunned her.
After a moment, Gong Xue opened the door.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching TV. I don’t have much to do.”
“Can I come in?”
“No!”
“Oh!”
Chen Qi squeezed in and closed the door behind him.
Ge Chunyan had already left, leaving only Gong Xue.
“What are you watching? *The Bund*? I’m watching that too. It’s a good show. That guy’s Chow Yun-fat, that’s Patrick Tse, and that’s Liza Wang. The screenwriter is Wong Jing…”
He sat down on the chair and patted his thigh.
“What are you doing?”
“Let’s get cozy!”
Chen Qi pulled her over, making her sit on his lap.
Gong Xue was startled and struggled, but her petite frame was firmly held by his strong arms, leaving her unable to move.
Even her mouth was sealed.
“Mmm… mmm…”
“Xiao Chen… Xiao Chen… you’re going crazy again…”
She desperately tried to dodge, finally catching her breath and scolding, “Where do you think we are? Don’t think just because everyone’s gone, you can do whatever you want!”
“I’ve just been so busy these past few days, I missed you…”
Chen Qi buried his head in her shoulder, looking utterly exhausted.
Gong Xue was taken aback, recalling everything he had been handling these days.
They hadn’t even had a moment to share a quiet word.
“Didn’t you get any rest? You’ve got an overnight flight ahead of you.”
She felt a pang of pity for this young man and reached out to hug him.
“I did. I just woke up and came to find you. Ugh, thinking about the next event in Berlin gives me a headache. I just want to rest properly.”
“It’s a shame I don’t know anything and can’t help you.”
“You can. Right now, I just need to recharge…”
Chen Qi lifted his head and grinned. “Will you let me kiss you?”
“You!”
Gong Xue looked at him with a mix of exasperation and affection, her face red. “You keep circling back to this. We’re in Hong Kong, and we’re alone in a room. What if someone sees us? It’d be so inappropriate.”
“Hong Kong doesn’t care about that. Capitalism is all about openness…”
Chen Qi leaned in again, aiming for her lips.
Gong Xue had no choice but to close her eyes and let him have his way.
As they kissed, she felt his tongue trying to slip in.
This time, she didn’t resist, biting down lightly to stop him.
Chen Qi, ever the experienced one, tightened his grip around her waist with his right hand while his left hand wandered upward.
A soft moan escaped her lips as her body grew warm and pliant.
Seizing the opportunity, he deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining.
“Mmm!”
A familiar sensation washed over her.
What was a kiss without a little tongue action?
“…”
Gong Xue tilted her head back slightly, her mind in a haze.
She was enveloped in a feeling she had never experienced before, yet it was undeniably pleasurable.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her neck and realized a button on her blouse had been undone.
Panicking, she tried to push him away. “Xiao Chen… Xiao Chen… no… this isn’t right…”
“Let me go… I’m really angry…”
Chen Qi finally released her, looking completely unrepentant and still grinning.
“You’re still laughing!”
“Don’t go too far. I’m serious!”
Gong Xue, both annoyed and embarrassed, pushed him away and stood up.
Just then, a knock on the door startled her, and she fell back into his arms.
“Xiao Gong, are you ready? We’re about to leave.”
“Yes… I’ll be right down!”
“Have you seen Xiao Chen?”
“No!! He might have gone downstairs!”
As the footsteps faded, she quickly stood up. “You need to leave… hurry up…”
She pulled him to his feet and pushed him toward the door.
After peeking outside, she shoved him out.
Chen Qi, however, lingered and smirked. “Give me a kiss, and I’ll go.”
“Tsk!”
Gong Xue had no choice but to plant a quick kiss on his lips before finally sending him on his way.
Once the door was closed, her heart was still pounding.
She touched her flushed cheeks, feeling a mix of relief and regret. “That was close… I almost made a mistake.”
Chen Qi returned to his room, grabbed his luggage, and headed downstairs.
Ah, the condom didn’t get used… Oh well, there wasn’t enough time anyway.
I’d need at least four, five, six, seven, eight hours to do it properly!
(End of Chapter)