Chapter 11: Crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide – Lu Lin Gong…
Feng Qing opened the door and was startled to see a figure in the living room. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Lu Lin.
He walked quickly towards the bathroom, then turned back after a few steps, "What are you doing..."
His stomach started churning, and he bent over to cover it, then suddenly pushed open the bathroom door: "I can't take it anymore, I'll talk to you later."
Lu Lin fanned himself with some disdain and got up to sit further away from the toilet door.
Feng moved quickly, and as soon as he heard the sound of water inside, he hurriedly came out.
Seeing that Lu Lin had changed his position, his face darkened, and he had already guessed the reason.
He's so obsessed with this. If he fights Lu Lin in the future, the enemy won't even need to use guns. They can just throw a pile of shit at him, and he'll be disgusted to death.
As he glared at Lu Lin, he turned and went to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of milk, and saw two fried dough sticks on the table. He picked them up and started eating them.
"What are you doing here?" Didn't he go home last night when he had such a good opportunity?
Feng Qing seemed to have caught a whiff of gossip and sat down with a smirk.
"You're so lucky, you don't even know how good you have it. How could you bear to leave such a pretty young wife all alone? No wonder she wants a divorce."
He nudged Lu Lin with his elbow: "To be honest, I understand why you don't want a divorce. It's a real loss to give away such a beautiful wife." He stuffed a fried dough stick into his mouth and mumbled, "How about we find a few guys to take care of that pretty boy?"
Lu Lin gave him a warning look: "You're a soldier, not a thug."
Feng Qing felt embarrassed. Who was he doing all this for? He had truly given his heart to the wrong person.
Don't misuse words.
"You just need to know what it means; the process doesn't matter."
"Are you still getting a divorce?" Feng Qing asked in a low voice, this time with not only curiosity but also a hint of concern.
Lu Lin replied, "Let's not separate for now."
Sure enough, the way the two of them were so affectionate yesterday made it clear that a divorce was impossible.
"Who among you went back on their word?"
Lu Lin didn't pause at all: "Her."
Feng scoffed, thinking that her friend was just too concerned about saving face. The fact that he did it so without hesitation meant that he had obviously already come up with an excuse for her.
If it were really Miss Shen who changed her mind, would he still be holed up here? Wouldn't he be scurrying home to sleep in his big bed?
Just keep being stubborn.
"You're going to Bincheng after the New Year, are you two just going to drag this out like this?" Being separated as a couple doesn't count as reconciliation.
Isn't he afraid that his wife and her gigolo will rekindle their old flame? He saw it clearly yesterday; the gigolo's eyes were practically glued to Shen Rong.
He was angry for his brother, but Lu Lin acted as if nothing had happened.
That's truly magnanimous; I admire it.
Lu Lin's eyes turned cold and dangerous. Feng Qing quickly dodged to the side, causing him to miss his target.
"Old Lu, you're so cruel, you actually tried to stab me! I don't want to live anymore!" Feng Qing was very talented in acting, and could sing, recite, act, and fight with ease.
“I think a film company is a better fit for you,” Lu Lin said coolly.
Feng Qing touched his face: "Because I'm handsome?"
No, it's because you're overacting.
Lu Lin stopped joking with him. To deal with Feng Qing, you can't follow his train of thought; you have to get to the heart of the matter.
"Did those two ladies yesterday know that you have several girlfriends?"
Feng Qing begged for mercy: "Good brother, spare my life."
Lu Lin looked up at him and frowned: "Can't you get rid of this womanizing habit of yours? You'll get what's coming to you one day."
Feng Qing disagreed with this statement: "I'm not fickle. I just like them at the same time. Don't worry, I, Feng Qing, am just charming but never vulgar. I've made it clear to them that it's mutual."
Lu Lin sneered, ignoring Feng Qing's fallacies.
"When someone comes to the Feng family's door with a child, let's see if you can still be so philandering."
Feng Qing shuddered as she thought of her old-fashioned father: "Old Lu, don't curse me, it's absolutely impossible."
Meanwhile, he was already thinking about how many people he had slept with in the past few months.
However, it's not impossible for him to have a son at his age. He can send him home to be raised by his mother, so she won't nag him about marriage every day.
He put his arm around Lu Lin's shoulder and laughed, "Old Lu, you got married before me, so don't let me beat you to fatherhood."
Lu Lin turned to look at him, smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
What do you mean?! Feng gently nudged him.
The phone rang, and Lu Lin answered it. After saying "uh-huh" a few times, he hung up, put on his coat, and looked ready to go out.
Feng Qing asked him, tilting her head slightly, "Where are we going?"
Lu Lin said he had something to do and slammed the door shut.
Feng sighed. No wonder Miss Shen didn't want such a cold and hard man.
Lu Lin was going to visit Mr. Ming.
He had called the magazine earlier, and they just called back to say that the gentleman has time to see him today.
He showed Mr. Ming the page that Shen Rong had written. Mr. Ming was very excited. He never expected that someone would actually write simplified Chinese characters and use them so skillfully.
Seeing Lu Lin's confusion, Mr. Ming smiled and took out paper and pen, asking him to write a few as well.
Lu Lin had actually written it at home before, but the characters looked a bit strange.
Mr. Ming: "That's strange, isn't it? Do you feel that the characters you write are a bit stiff because they're missing limbs?"
Lu Lin nodded, "That's right."
Mr. Ming sighed: "That's because we've only just begun. Once we've been writing for a while and it becomes a habit, it will come naturally."
He tapped his pipe against the piece of paper that Lu Lin had brought.
"Just like it, the person who writes must have used this writing method year after year, so the characters they write are natural and show no hesitation." He sighed, "It seems that the simplification of characters is correct. Simplifying some characters can save a lot of writing time."
He carefully studied the words on the paper; although there weren't many, they were enough to amaze him.
"Could I have this paper to study for a few days?"
Lu Lin refused, reaching out to take the paper back: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ming, this is someone else's calligraphy, and I can't make the decision on my own."
He found this in the trash can. Although she had thrown it away, it would be difficult to explain if it were discovered, so it was not good for it to fall into the hands of outsiders.
Mr. Ming wasn't annoyed and nodded, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. If your friend returns to Pingcheng, remember to tell me." He really wanted to exchange ideas with him about simplifying characters.
Lu Lin gave a polite reply, but once back in the car, his face instantly darkened.
Mr. Ming said this was not a secret code, but indeed simplified characters.
He flattened it again and stared at the words on it.
"One cry, two tantrums, three threats of suicide: Lu Lin's conquest plan."
It must have been really tough for her, preparing so many tricks to deal with herself.
However, he was even more certain that this person was not Shen Rong; she had never practiced any simplified characters.
He leaned back in his chair, feeling a bit of a headache.
Lu Lin usually doesn't believe in superstitious things, but now he's starting to think about them.
Otherwise, how can we explain it? She is Shen Rong, but it seems like she isn't!
He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, and the horn suddenly blared, startling passersby. Seeing it was a car, they knew he was someone they couldn't afford to offend, so they swallowed their anger and turned away, cursing silently.
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