Shallow Fate (Lily ABO) mute A - Chapter 21

Before Mrs. Fu was Mrs. Fu, she was called Tang Wannong. The foreigners in the concession preferred to call her, Miss Tang.

When she was in university, she spent all her time mixing with foreigners.

She wasn’t short-sighted, but she wore glasses every day, pretending to be a modern female student.

She mingled in one afternoon tea party after another, sipping iced drinks through a straw, never missing an opportunity to chat with any high-nosed, deep-eyed fellow, so as to show off her superior language talent.

“At that time, I eagerly hoped to graduate and go to Paris, but the foreign devil from France told me that the place wasn’t as good as I imagined. I thought the women of France were elegant from the hair to the toenails.”

Mrs. Fu struck a match and lit a cigarette.

“But in reality? They spray perfume to cover the stench of foxes on their bodies, and also this thing–” she waved the cigarette in her hand, “–every crack in the road is full of them, not as clean as the Wutong Avenue in Feng’an.”

Fang Yu coughed slightly, choked by the smoke she exhaled.

“Excuse me.” Mrs. Fu immediately extinguished the cigarette, and then said in a coquettish tone with a bit of reproach, “Why didn’t you say anything when I just lit it?”

No woman had ever spoken to Fang Yu in this tone. Fang Yu didn’t know how to respond, so she blushed and tugged at the corner of Shen Zhimo’s clothes.

“I’m sorry, she can’t speak, don’t mind her, please continue.” Shen Zhimo smoothed things over, but had other thoughts in her mind.

Why is this stupid dog blushing?

Wei’er, Mrs. Fu… after all, they were just people who have never seen the world, so they will love whoever they see. She was immediately unhappy, and with a snap, she slammed a mahjong tile onto the table.

“Really? Is being well-behaved innate or acquired?” Mrs. Fu became curious, temporarily forgetting what she was talking about, her eyes constantly darting towards Fang Yu.

“Mrs. Fu, it’s your turn.” The fire in Shen Zhimo’s heart burned even more fiercely, but she didn’t show it on her face, using her turn to play cards to draw Mrs. Fu’s attention back to the table.

“Sorry~ Where was I just talking about?”

“The things when you were in school!”

Mrs. Zhang, who had been silent all the time, timely interjected, finally catching an opportunity to speak.

She is the wife of Deputy Officer Zhang. Among the few people, her spouse has the lowest position, and she is unable to hold her head up. In fact, she has the most to say, but no one listens to her.

“Oh~” Mrs. Fu withdrew her sticky gaze and continued to talk about the past:

“It was at that time that I met Fu Shijie. He liked to wear a beret to pretend to be a young master, but I knew early on that he was the old lady’s chauffeur.”

In previous mahjong games, Shen Zhimo had heard of this man.

Fu Shijie and Minister Fu are considered cousins, but there are more than a dozen or twenty people between them. No one knows how many drops of bl00d are related between the two. Giving him a driving job is already giving him enough face.

“At that time, I thought, a chauffeur is a chauffeur. The money I earn from writing articles is enough for two people to use. But this fool, he is really a fool…”

Speaking of this, Mrs. Fu became angry, her voice raised a bit.

“He took me to see the old lady, and the old lady took a fancy to me. On the afternoon of the day I returned, I received a call from the editor, saying that my manuscript fee would be cut in half, and if I didn’t agree, they would no longer accept my articles. When I asked him why, he only said because I was an omega!”

“What kind of talk is this! If it were me, I would have to give him half of the words I wrote and send them to him!” Mrs. Qiao spoke out to comfort her friend.

“This is not the most ridiculous thing.” Mrs. Fu habitually rubbed the mahjong tiles, “I was about to graduate at that time, and the ship ticket to France was already bought. The old lady used tricks to find my mother, wanting me to be her secretary. Of course, I didn’t agree, and planned to elope with Fu Shijie…”

A trace of sadness flashed across that heavily powdered white face, but her tone became lighter.

“You all know what happened later, he died.”

The story seemed to come to an abrupt end, but no one asked any further.

The beginning of a relationship may not be able to be traced to its roots, but the final result can be foreseen.

In the end, it becomes a topic of conversation on the mahjong table.

Shen Zhimo then realized that the “romance death” that Mrs. Fu said was not just a joke.

“Then… why did you still marry Ms. Fu?”

“It doesn’t matter who I marry. What else can I do if I don’t marry her?… I won!”

Mrs. Fu picked up a few banknotes with a smile and pressed them down with a tile.

“Yes, choosing and choosing are all the same, it’s better to choose a rich one. Only a fool who believes in romance will marry for love.” Mrs. Qiao, fearing that the atmosphere would cool down, hurriedly added, “We are not as lucky as Mrs. Xie~”

What good fortune is there? They are all the same, women who have lost their names, but if she is asked to go back to the poor student days, she is unwilling.

Every time others call her Mrs. Xie, the stupid dog’s face turns very long. Taking advantage of the gap between shuffling the cards, Shen Zhimo pressed her palm on Fang Yu’s head and rubbed it.

This action did not escape Mrs. Qiao’s eyes.

“Can your cousin play mahjong?”

Fang Yu made a few gestures, indicating that she couldn’t.

“What does this mean?”

“She said she can’t.” Shen Zhimo explained for Fang Yu.

Mrs. Qiao glanced at Fang Yu, then at Shen Zhimo, as if thinking of something extremely interesting, laughed loudly, and then turned to tease Mrs. Zhang, “You said your method was powerful last time, but compared with Mrs. Xie’s ‘Morse code’, it’s ten thousand miles away!”

Finally being mentioned, Mrs. Zhang immediately put on a face full of wrinkles and flattered, “Of course, of course, how can I compare with Mrs. Xie! My old ghost, who will die sooner or later, won’t be able to come back for a year and a half.”

“Why are you free to play mahjong today?”

These words have a mocking flavor, but Mrs. Zhang failed to hear it. A large string of words poured out of her mouth.

“The dead ghost went to a meeting, and he wouldn’t let me go, saying I couldn’t understand. It’s really funny, I can’t understand? He clearly can’t even understand the instructions for the electric fan, I’ve said it a million times…”

Mrs. Qiao timely interrupted Mrs. Zhang’s rambling.

“Alright, alright, I forgot to ask, what’s your phone number now?”

“This…” Mrs. Zhang’s chatter was forcibly stopped by this sentence. The previous house had a built-in telephone, and only needed to pay a monthly fee. Since moving to a new house, the two of them could no longer afford a new telephone.

Mrs. Qiao, of course, knew, but she didn’t care about her embarrassment. Today, the protagonist of her banquet hasn’t said a few words, how can she allow this small soldier to come out and steal the limelight?

“Mrs. Xie, where are you going after playing mahjong?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“I do know a place, a place that alphas will definitely not be able to find.”

Mrs. Qiao solemnly handed Shen Zhimo a business card. Mrs. Fu also leaned over to take a look. After seeing the words on the business card clearly, she pushed Mrs. Qiao’s shoulder.

“Chen Zhilin, you are really a pervert!”

Shen Zhimo took the business card. The front of the business card was printed with a foreign naked woman, and the back was printed with the three characters “New Love Hotel”.