SWDnovel Chapter 207 Not even as good as one of her man's heel hairs
Chapter 207 Not even as good as one of her man's heel hairs
Xiao Lan was a money-grubbing person. Since this sucker insisted on giving her money, how could she refuse?
She deftly stuffed the money into her pocket, her face instantly transforming into a smile—faster than flipping through a book: "Enough! More than enough! This boss is so generous! It's all yours!"
As she spoke, she dumped all the hair ties on the tray into a large plastic bag, along with the red hair tie that Wang Chunyan had just picked out, and stuffed it into Zhao Guangming's hand.
"Take your goods! Goodbye!"
Zhao Guangming felt incredibly proud as he carried that bag of colorful hair ties.
He winked at Li Xianglian and said in a greasy tone, "Sister-in-law, if you feel lonely when Captain Qin isn't home, remember to look for me. I love helping others."
It turned out that she was waiting here.
Looking at the lecherous glint in Zhao Guangming's swollen eyes, Li Xianglian felt a wave of nausea wash over her, as if she had swallowed a greenbottle fly.
Does this guy really think he's someone important?
He didn't even take a piss and look at himself in the mirror. His hair was greasy, his face was powdered, and he walked unsteadily. It was obvious that his body had been hollowed out by alcohol and women.
Let alone the fact that she is now married to a strong and upright man like Qin Rushan, even when she was still a virgin, she would never have looked down on a spendthrift like Zhao Guangming who had nothing but a few bucks and was otherwise good for nothing.
Compared to Qin Rushan?
He's not even worth a hair on her man's heel!
Li Xianglian, her face grim, was about to retort when she was startled by the lewd undertones in Zhao Guangming's words, which sent a chill down her spine.
If these words were to reach Qin Rushan's ears...
The terrifying image of that man with red eyes when he was jealous instantly flashed into her mind.
That bully is incredibly petty; he'd find ways to torment her if she even glanced at another man during the day, especially after the lights were off.
If he knew that Zhao Guangming dared to harass her in the street and even wanted to "help others," given that man's personality, wouldn't he hold her responsible and knock her unconscious on the bed?
The thought of having to beg for mercy on the kang (heated brick bed) would be useless made Li Xianglian shudder, and her gaze toward Zhao Guangming grew even colder.
"Get out!" Li Xianglian coldly spat out a single word, not even glancing at him.
A sinister glint flashed in Zhao Guangming's swollen eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by his roguish and shameless demeanor.
He was momentarily speechless at Li Xianglian's word "get lost," but he wasn't angry; there was plenty of time in the future.
The more prickly this young woman was, the more itchy he felt inside, wishing he could immediately peel off that hard shell and taste the tender flesh inside.
He reached out and pulled Wang Chunyan, who was still sobbing beside him, and pinched her not-so-slender waist with his large hand.
"Let's go! We're not going to lower ourselves to the level of these ignorant bumpkins!"
Zhao Guangming, carrying the bag of hair ties and half-dragging, half-carrying Wang Chunyan with his other hand, turned and walked towards the motorcycle. "Brother will take you to get some late-night snacks, and we can also go to that newly opened dance hall to dance a bit."
He shoved Wang Chunyan back onto the back of the motorcycle, her tears washing away the makeup on her face, making her look like a cat covered in tears.
With two loud "putt-putt" sounds from the motorcycle and acrid black smoke billowing out, the two sped away, leaving behind a group of onlookers still clicking their tongues in amazement.
The night wind whistled against my face.
Wang Chunyan sat in the back seat, her hands tightly wrapped around Zhao Guangming's waist.
The wind blew, clearing my head a bit, and I could no longer suppress the grievances and jealousy in my heart.
The scene from just now played out in her mind like a movie.
I was slapped by that shrewish Xiao Lan, and my face still stings.
But what about Zhao Guangming? Not only did he not help her get revenge, he even used money to throw at Li Xianglian!
His eyes and his movements were so obvious that anyone who wasn't blind could tell what he was thinking!
The car stopped in front of a small two-story building with an inconspicuous sign.
As soon as Zhao Guangming got out of the car, Wang Chunyan shook off his hand, stood by the roadside wiping away tears, her lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle.
"What's wrong? You were fine just now. Has the wind on this journey not extinguished your little fire?" Zhao Guangming lit a cigarette, glanced at her sideways, and said with a hint of impatience.
"Zhao Guangming, are you even a man?!"
Wang Chunyan stomped her feet, her voice shrill, "I got beaten up! By that slut! And you didn't even utter a sound, you even gave them money? Have you taken a fancy to that Li Xianglian?"
Zhao Guangming exhaled a smoke ring, glanced casually at the dark street, and didn't respond.
Seeing that he remained silent, Wang Chunyan felt even more disheartened and cried even louder: "I knew it! You men are all the same! That's Qin Rushan's wife! A married, down-on-her-luck woman! How dare you seduce her right in front of me? What am I then? Am I your plaything?"
"Oh my goodness, my little darling, can't you keep your mouth shut?"
Seeing several thugs glancing their way, Zhao Guangming quickly reached out to cover Wang Chunyan's mouth, forcing a fake smile. "What are you talking about? I didn't like her! I was just trying to get revenge for you!"
"Relieving anger? Giving money is relieving anger?" Wang Chunyan slapped his hand away, her face full of disbelief.
"Are you stupid?!"
Zhao Guangming threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his toe. "Think about it, what is that woman doing setting up a stall there? Isn't it just for that pittance?"
I bought all her stuff; that's like throwing money at her face! It's telling her that in our eyes, her so-called proud skills are nothing but trash! If I want, I can buy her dignity with money!
This string of fallacies and heresies left Wang Chunyan stunned.
"Really...really?" She sniffed, her eyes still brimming with tears. "Didn't you think she was pretty?"
Zhao Guangming cursed the idiot in his heart, but put on a loving expression on his face.
He reached out and roughly wiped away the tear stains on Wang Chunyan's face with his thumb, making her already smudged makeup even worse.
"She's not pretty at all!"
Zhao Guangming lied through his teeth, "Look at how poorly she's dressed, her whole outfit probably doesn't even cost ten yuan. Unlike you, fashionable and stylish, you're an office worker in our factory. That kind of country bumpkin, I wouldn't even dare to carry her shoes for me, my hands are too rough."
Wang Chunyan felt much better after hearing those kind words. She stopped crying and smiled, leaning softly into Zhao Guangming's arms: "Really? Then why were you staring at her just now..."
"I was just laughing at her!"
Zhao Guangming took the opportunity to put his arm around her, his hand sliding down to pat her buttocks. "Alright, stop crying. Your makeup is all messed up, you look like a ghost. Come on, let's go inside and have a couple of drinks. We'll get a room at the guesthouse tonight, and I'll take good care of you and let you know who I really care about."
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
【small theater】
Qin Rushan: I heard someone wants to help my wife by doing good deeds?
Zhao Guangming: It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I just have too much money to burn.
Qin Rushan: Since your hands are burning, I'll chop them up for you to cool them down.
Li Xianglian: Rushan, go easy on him. How could you possibly lift a finger to do this to him?
Qin Rushan: My wife is right. This kind of trash isn't even as good as a hair on my heel.