To know, when Liew nglu first got in contact with Shen Yuan, it was because she accompanied Chen Na to buy a house that day. The swaying of the big headlights from her little run left a deep impression on Shen Yuan.
This was her advantage in figure, and later, with the help of her pulling techniques and fitness coach’s advantage, plus WeChat, she entered Shen Yuan’s life.
Although the pulling almost ruined her, the result was good.
Of course, she definitely wouldn’t teach Hou Qianqian any of these.
Let’s just say, if you want sothing, especially sothing many people want, you have to put in more effort than others.
After dinner, Hou Qianqian left in disappointnt, while Liew nglu and Shen Yuan went to the bedroom for a nap.
Due to the exercise before dinner, the sheets were no longer usable; Liew nglu needed to change the sheets.
This shy matter, Liew nglu was too embarrassed to trouble Fang Lizhen, so she bent down to start changing the sheets.
Shen Yuan watched her back and noticed that the posture was a bit off.
Wearing skin-colored seamless leggings, her whole body leaned over onto the bed, almost lying down, twisting with her movents, fully displaying a heavy sensation.
"Let help."
Shen Yuan gave a pat along the way.
The sensation was still nice, elastic yet soft, and with that little pat, the soft fat slightly trembled, like rippling water waves.
Liew nglu’s body tightened, she said: "No need, it’s almost done."
But as she was making the bed, she found the man behind her becoming restless again.
"Ah... I just finished making the bed."
"Don’t move, just stay still."
"...."
A "rip" sound, it was unclear whether it was the sound of the bedsheet tearing or the seamless leggings being torn....
The relaxation ti of the nap began once again.
....
At 3 o’clock in the afternoon, the couple, feeling like newlyweds after a short separation, went out shopping.
Accompanying Liew nglu to buy several sets of clothes at the mall, then Liew nglu said she wanted to go sowhere.
Driving through several streets, they ca to a fruit shop nad "Hongjia Fresh Fruit."
It seed to be a couple’s shop; the woman was at the cash register, the man was fiddling with the fruit stand, and they had hired a young worker to unload goods.
"Buying fruits? Or what?"
Shen Yuan asked, though buying fruits did not require coming this far. Turning his head to look at Liew nglu in the passenger seat, she was staring at the woman sitting at the cashier’s desk.
"Is there a story?"
"Mm... sort of."
Liew nglu could never forget this woman, who had spread nasty rumors about her in middle school and even rallied the entire dormitory to ostracize her.
That dormitory conflict in middle school, Liew nglu seed to have suppressed it, but only she knew the strength was superficial.
Later on, Peng Jiajia restrained herself a lot, but only in front of Liew nglu; she still behaved badly behind her back.
Rumors like "being kept by a 70-year-old rich businessman" were likely to have originated from her mouth.
"Hongjia Fresh Fruit".... The "Hong" is from ng Zhihong, and the "Jia" is from Peng Jiajia.
The boy who wrote her a love letter eventually married Peng Jiajia.
"Let’s get out of the car, husband."
Liew nglu opened the door and ca to Shen Yuan’s side, linking arms with him.
From a distance, Peng Jiajia seed to be scolding sothing, the sharp tone drifting over.
"You couldn’t even set up the display, this is a prickly pear, that is an apple; how can you mix up prices that differ so much!"
"And this floor, haven’t I told you many tis, sweep it every two hours; what about you? Half a day and you don’t sweep!"
"...."
The young lad seed to be only seventeen or eighteen, just entering society, having his head down under the scolding, mumbling.
ng Zhihong seed to have long gotten used to her harshness, and he silently organized the shelves as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Liew nglu also noticed that the skin of the two did not look like they were 27 or 28 years old, rough, sallow, and their facial wrinkles seed more like they were approaching forty, with heavy calluses on their palms.
And after Peng Jiajia finished reprimanding the employee, she began to nag at ng Zhihong.
"Can’t you arrange them neatly? The business has been taken away by the store across the street; we need to look clean and tidy, don’t you understand..."
As she was talking, Peng Jiajia suddenly stopped because she noticed a couple appearing at the store’s entrance, and behind them was a silver rcedes G63 parked.
Peng Jiajia saw Liew nglu’s eyes cast over and instinctively avoided eye contact.
People are afraid of comparison, especially as this woman was truly too dazzling.
Beautiful and sexy, dressed immaculately, she inexplicably felt a bit inferior, instinctively tidied her clothes.
But she seed familiar?
Peng Jiajia was a little puzzled, raising her gaze again to look carefully, her body suddenly froze.
It was her....
In an instant, a look of embarrassnt, difficulty, awkwardness, discomfort, and inferiority surfaced on Peng Jiajia’s face.
The "flirty bimbo" she used to speak of, now she dared not look directly at her.
ng Zhihong, noting his wife hadn’t started berating, found it a bit strange. Turning back, he was surprised to find an unfamiliar couple standing at the door.
The woman was sowhat familiar... No, it was Liew nglu!
ng Zhihong opened his mouth wanting to say sothing, but after his throat rolled up and down a few tis, he still couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Gorgeous, sexy, pretty and dignified... All these adjectives surfaced in his mind.
The white moonlight of those years, even more dazzling and enchanting now.... ng Zhihong instinctively glanced at his wife.
Comparison made her look dull and yellow-faced.
One was in the sky, the other underground.
And beside her... was the rumored "70-year-old rich businessman".
Then, it was not the case....
ng Zhihong looked down in self-abasent and sha, unable to muster the courage to greet them.
Liew nglu said nothing, watched a few glances from afar, and said: "Let’s go, husband."
Shen Yuan didn’t ask more, got back into the car, glanced at the woman beside him who showed no expression, he held her hand, giving a comforting look.
Liew nglu smiled: "I’m fine, husband."
Peng Jiajia had always been a knot in her heart, and for so many years, she’s kept a breath of resentnt in her heart, but after seeing her today, she suddenly felt relieved.
....
Peng Jiajia watched as the silver G63 drove away, her face gradually turning red, her nails embedding tightly into her palms.
ng Zhihong quietly organized the shelves, muttering: "You should stop spreading that she’s with a sixty to seventy-year-old wealthy businessman. Those people outside talk nonsense, and you follow in spreading..."
"None of your business!"
The sentence suddenly ignited the powder keg, Peng Jiajia spitefully pointed at his nose: "Go find her, didn’t you write her love letters in the past? You go find her now, see if she would even look at you!"
ng Zhihong felt inexplicable: "What are you angry at for, for no reason."
Peng Jiajia thought of the handso, rich man beside Liew nglu, then looked at her dull and useless man, a naless fire rose.
"You useless thing, I wasted eight lifetis of misfortune to be with you! All these years, you just managed to buy a broken Volkswagen!"
"Hey, stinky woman, are you itching for a fight!"
"...."
The young lad who had been scolded just now, was watching the drama intensely, even wanting to take out his phone to record.
....
anwhile, Chen Yongxiang and Yooi Shufen had just finished buying groceries at the market and were walking down the street.
The daughter was at their hotown with their precious granddaughter for the New Year, and the three generations living together gave Chen Yongxiang an indescribable satisfaction.
"Once Xinyu gets married and has kids, we will have fulfilled our lives."
Chen Yongxiang said while carrying vegetables.
Yooi Shufen smiled: "By then, we can both retire, care for the grandchildren, buy groceries, it sounds nice."
"Indeed."
Chen Yongxiang had a kindly smile on his face, savoring the imagined retired life, noticing a silver rcedes G63 passing by.
"Doesn’t this car look like Shen Yuan’s?" Chen Yongxiang asked.
Yooi Shufen glanced over and said: "It’s not the sa, the license plate is from Star City."
Chen Yongxiang frowned: "Shen Yuan said he’s coming tomorrow, not today, we haven’t prepared the groceries."
Yooi Shufen chuckled: "Perhaps it’s other wealthy people from Star City; Nana said tomorrow, then surely it is. If they were coming early, he would tell us."
"That must be it."
Chen Yongxiang didn’t think much more of it, wanting to see what the license plate number was, but unfortunately, the G63 had already gone far, making the plate number unclear.
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