"Alright, enough with the 'can't' and 'can't' stuff!" the host said menacingly. "Simplify!"
Cheng Shuang puffed out her cheeks and gave it a "you're so stupid" look. "What I mean is, isn't the point of having a boyfriend to be happy? If you're not happy, what's the point of having a boyfriend? You'll never be lonely if you keep each other company for the rest of your life!"
The Du brothers felt that the answer was excellent, yet there was a slight awkwardness to it.
Their child's views on relationships seem a bit too advanced. I wonder how Sun, the father, and Du, the sister-obsessed parent, usually raise their child... Let's have a seminar when we get back. Does the young lady have any practice questions?
Cheng Shuang: Oh ho, aren't pretty girls more appealing?
Du Lanshan: Hehehe, it smells good!
The question had a suffix: it required acting. Lulu immediately raised her hand, wanting to cooperate and act out the scene.
Although its face remained expressionless, its smug laughter was undisguised. Clearly, it still harbored resentment towards the young girl for the humiliation she suffered when she took it around the office.
As the home ground of the homeless, the defenders have no right to refuse or choose.
Unlike Du Lushu's perilous situation, the stage is the actual scene. Since Lulu is playing the role of the mistress's best friend, Cheng Shuang can only be the legitimate wife who discovers the mistress's affair with her husband.
The lights suddenly changed, shining on the large bed in the center of the stage. The bed was surrounded by gauze curtains, and only two pairs of slippers could be vaguely seen under the bed.
The little girl was still standing blankly at the edge of the stage when someone pushed her forward. As she took a step forward, her height increased dramatically, and her toes tightened. She staggered forward several steps before regaining her balance.
Before she could even see who was hiding in the bed, she looked down at her feet in surprise. Her small size 34 feet were wearing a pair of size 37 stilettos that were at least 10 centimeters high, making her look like a child who had secretly worn an adult's shoes while her mother was not at home.
Not only that, she was also carrying a lot of shopping bags, obviously the female protagonist had gone shopping and bought a lot of gifts for her husband and best friend, only to find that the two men and women who should not be so intimate were having a secret rendezvous in her bed.
This scene is very contrasting; the more happy and sweet the female lead is when choosing a gift, the more painful she is when she discovers the infidelity.
Cheng Shuang remembers that the female lead broke down and took out the items from the shopping bag one by one, slapping them on the faces of the mistress and the male lead.
The little girl stood by the bed, her legs swaying, and coughed loudly.
The person in bed ignored her.
She thought about it and realized that the original scene was where the female lead calmly pulled back the veil, only to go crazy upon seeing that the mistress was her best friend.
Pulling back the veil requires her hands, which is somewhat difficult for her. Carrying so much stuff on stilts is already dangerous enough. Clearly, the film director may be using the shot of pulling back the veil to metaphorically symbolize tearing away the fig leaf from the relationship between the two women and the man, making it an essential scene.
The air was eerily still. Countless pale, plastic-faced people below the stage stared at the center, seemingly waiting for the exciting scene of the wife tearing apart the mistress.
Cheng Shuang sighed helplessly, dropped her shopping bags, stepped forward, pulled back the gauze curtain, held up her phone, opened the camera, and shouted, "Surprise!"
After snapping a few photos, she looked at the male protagonist and his mistress, who were covered by the blanket, and her expression gradually became serious.
At this time, the male protagonist's career was just starting out, and his family was not as wealthy as the female protagonist's. He and his mistress talked mostly about feelings.
The two stared blankly at Cheng Shuang's phone. She put it away, grinned, and turned to bombard him with questions. He quickly composed himself, his face a mixture of unease and unspoken accusations. "Is he as good to you as I am? Who bought you that Prada you're wearing? Who gave you that watch? Who picked out your haute couture dress? Who went shopping with you on holidays? Who drank with you when you were heartbroken? You actually cheated on me with some jerk! Look at the clothes he gave you—just scraps of fabric, so cheap, they don't even amount to a fraction of what we two best friends wear together! What use is he to you? Is he prettier than me? Does he smile as sweetly as you?"
Then, the girl held up her phone, looking smug, and said, "If you dare to hang out with that slut again, I'll expose you all!"
Lulu hesitated, unable to finish her sentence. Instead, the male lead asked in shock, "Song Ou, what's wrong with you? What nonsense are you talking about? Lulu and I were in an accident!"
"Pah!" Cheng Shuang spat at him, pointing two fingers at her own eyes and then at the male lead's eyes. "I'm looking at you! My phone is looking at you! So many audience members are looking at you! The host is backstage looking at you too! Pah! You're the culprit who ruined my relationship with my best buddy! You're the legendary femme fatale, the wicked woman who brought ruin to the country!"
What the heck?!
For a moment, not only could the audience not keep up with the little girl's train of thought, but even the two main actors who were cooperating with her were unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Cheng Shuang, who was in control of the scene, got carried away with her performance, picking up shopping bags and taking them out one by one. She deliberately chose gifts with impressive weight and threw them at the male lead's face.
The male protagonist was too busy dodging the odds and ends to speak. Lulu, who was sharing the bed with him, was scrambling for the blanket with a contorted expression. She didn't care about anything else and just kept cursing, "It's only because Lulu is stupid! I, Song Ou, was forced to marry you to prevent her from becoming even more stupid. Look at yourself, you don't even know your own worth. You really think you're a hot commodity!"
Lulu was sweating profusely while fighting for the blanket, and her temper flared up. Just then, the male protagonist saw a boxed belt flying towards him. The box lid flew open, and the belt and the box hit his face one after the other.
With a swift movement, the male protagonist swung his hand, and the belt slapped directly into Lulu's eye, the sharp metal buckle tearing her delicate eyelid.
Lulu immediately screamed in pain and retaliated with a vicious slap.
The male protagonist held his face in his hands, dumbfounded.
Cheng Shuang obediently put down the shopping bags, her face full of innocence.
She knew that if two women could conspire to drive the male protagonist to his death and still clear themselves of suspicion, they were at least not the type to blindly follow a man just because he was coaxed. The administrative lady was also so good at changing her expression, so she must have a fiery temper at heart.
"You dare hit me?" The male protagonist, his eyes bloodshot, covered his face and stared at Lulu in disbelief.
Lulu's eyelids were bloodshot. She touched them and felt blood. Her eyes looked strange.
She glanced at the gift, which Cheng Shuang had described as cheap—two scraps of cloth. This scoundrel had given it only to play around in bed.
She glanced again at the same brand of shoes that Cheng Shuang had tossed on the bed. The only difference was the heel and the color, but the sentiment behind them was clear.
How could I have lost my mind and believed a man's lies after just a little coaxing!
Lulu felt guilty; otherwise, she wouldn't have worked so hard at Song Ou's company. Part of the reason was that Song Ou had something on her, but more so, it was because she regretted it deeply.
She was jealous of Song Ou's wealth and smooth love life, but Song Ou was genuinely good to her.
From childhood to adulthood, Song Ou was the only one who was truly good to her!
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