Chapter 73: Can I hug you
“What? Can’t speak a word? Have you realized how terrible you are?” Mo Qianni pursued in asking.
“I’m not going to argue with you about this, you can think however you want. Besides, this wasn’t a marriage that I wanted, some things can’t be explained in a few words.” Yang Chen laughed in a carefree manner.
Mo Qianni immediately fumed with rage, “I’m only saying all these things to you because I want to help you get promoted. You’re obviously not stupid, and you’re even more intelligent than most people, this can be seen from the fact that you understand so many foreign languages. But why can’t you properly work hard for your career, and strive to perform like other men in the workplace? Do you want to live off a woman for your entire life!? Even if Ruoxi is just taking you as a shield for other men to see, sooner or later there will be a day where she doesn’t need you anymore, what will you do then?”
“Living off a woman is also pretty good.” Yang Chen contently nodded, “Right now, aren’t I driving my wife’s car, living in my wife’s home? I think my life is pretty good. If some day she truly doesn’t need me by her side, I can just go back to selling mutton skewers.”
“You……” Mo Qianni was filled with anger but had no way to release it. She offered earnest and sincere advice for his own good, yet he didn’t seem to give a damn.
Only after taking a few deep breaths did Mo Qianni ease the tension on her chest, but the more she saw the face of the person in front of her the more pissed she got. Therefore, she called out towards Sis Xiang, “Sis Xiang, bring two bottles of dry wine, the high alcohol content type!”
Sis Xiang was cooking, and consented with a smile after she heard Mo Qianni.
“White liquor? It can’t be Kaoliang wine, right?” Yang Chen still wasn’t familiar with the local drinks.
“Yeah, if I don’t drink I’d be stifled to death by you, you rogue!” Mo Qianni glared at Yang Chen.
Sis Xiang seemed to know that Mo Qianni could eat spicy food, and could drink. So when she served the dishes, it didn’t matter whether it was seafood or vegetables, all were doused in copious amounts of chili oil. As for the two unlabelled bottles of liquor, with one look it was obvious that it’s a cheap yet strong white liquor.
“Can you hold your liquor?” Mo Qianni opened a bottle, and turned to ask Yang Chen.
Yang Chen felt a little dizzy when he tried sniffing at the bottle, while overseas he drank quite a lot of western liquor, and often drank wine. But a scorchingly strong liquor like this with high concentration was something he rarely came into contact with. Seeing Mo Qianni’s ‘this lady is great at drinking’ expression, he couldn’t help but bitterly smile as he answered, “I’ll drink less, I’m not used to this.”
“So unmanly.” Mo Qianni sneered as she poured some into Yang Chen’s shot glass.
Sis Xiang had to take care of her other customers, so after chattering with Mo Qianni for a while, she went elsewhere to do her business. Leaving the two sitting in the corner of the food stall, eating spicy Sichuan cuisine, and drinking liquor with high alcohol content.
As night fell, the streetlights by the river meandered without end.
The inverted reflection of the bright white moon hanging in the sky shone on the river, adorned with countless stars and rippling from the movement of the waters, as if the Milky Way descended upon mortal soil.
The cool wind blew with a whistle that wasn’t ear-piercing.
Yang Chen ate the Ma La dishes, sipped on the scalding liquor, and gradually felt that the surroundings were full of warmth, with his mind exceedingly relaxed, causing him to be somewhat entranced.
Isn’t this the life he yearned for?