Chapter 4 is titled "Wife Settles the Bill"

After a moment, the young attendant who had greeted the mayor finally remembered He Yuan, who was comfortably enjoying a cigarette. With a professional smile, he approached and said: "Sir, I apologize, but smoking is prohibited here"

Oh, there are just two puffs left, wait a moment, wait a moment. He Yuan took two deep puffs, the thick smoke billowing, causing the young girl to cough and cover her mouth, her brows already furrowing with a hint of displeasure

Filial piety is paramount, and she holds her mother in the highest regard. Mo Manyun is inherently a traditional and conservative woman. Since she is married, she intends to live well with her husband. Although she has internally acknowledged this husband, being gentle towards him is something she absolutely cannot do.

But who knows that as the mayor of a city, the official who should serve the people, she instead lowers her head and shifts away like avoiding a plague, fearing that He Yuan might pass by and notice her, completely indifferent to the man dining and dashing without paying. On her cold and beautiful face, it is clearly written: I have seen nothing.

Suddenly feeling a sensation in my thigh, something happened. I poked him twice and saw my lovely wife's delicate little hand discreetly passing a stack of cash from under the table. Beneath her expressionless icy face, her eyes were signaling intensely, clearly indicating, what are you waiting for, hurry up and take it.

In order to avoid suspicion, He Yuan settled the account and left alone, leaving behind his good wife who secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally glad that this guy had left

Hehe, it's okay. The waiter conversed warmly with the beautiful mayor, and it was evident that the two were quite familiar with each other

The young girl truly cried this time, as she was the only one attending to the front hall. Even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't stop him. With a monthly salary of only 1,500, this 200 yuan bill was certainly not a small amount. She could only cast a pleading glance towards the mayor, as this sister was the only one she could still talk to, hoping that she could lend a helping hand

What a temper He Yuan has, why don't you just give me the money? Can't you see that little girl is glaring at me?

However, it must be said that the mother-in-law truly has no complaints about He Yuan, as she has allowed her daughter, who holds a high position, to marry him. Such kindness, how can it be repaid

Having been thoroughly outsmarted, what image could he possibly maintain? He Yuan, feeling quite embarrassed, chuckled awkwardly: "Well, I didn't mean to play tricks; it's just that I'm a bit short on funds, a bit short on funds." As he glanced at the handbag on the table, just as he was about to claim it for himself, Mo Manyun, quick-witted and swift, snatched it away. Her small face flushed with anger, alternating between red and white. If it weren't for the consideration of the mayor's imposing image, she would have truly wanted to smack that annoying head of his with the handbag to relieve her pent-up frustration.

The coffee spoon stirred gently as Mo Manyun elegantly savored a sip of rich coffee, speaking to him without moving her lips. God knows if this matter were to leak out, not to mention the mayor's position, would the gossip news not crush her.

How shameless! Everyone secretly thought this in unison

Waste is undoubtedly a bad habit. He Yuan's expression turned stern as he looked at her seriously: "One must see things through to the end; remember, never give up halfway. Tell me, when I first lit it, you didn’t remind me, and now that it’s almost finished, I have to extinguish this cigarette butt. What a waste! You young people really don’t understand the value of frugality. This habit is not good. Today, I’m speaking to you from the heart; if it were someone else, they wouldn’t bother to explain so much to you..."

Sir, please be understanding towards us

I do not know him. Mo Manyun wanted to explain to everyone, but she felt that saying it would only make it seem like she was trying to cover up something, so she ultimately swallowed her words. The embarrassment in her heart was so intense that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in. It was one thing for him to lose face, but why drag her down with him

You have arrived, still the same as before

"Sir, please stop it," the little girl was on the verge of tears, and the righteous demeanor of the person left her unable to refute.

She now just wants to look up to the sky and sigh: "Mom, what is so good about this rogue? You have gone to great lengths to bring us together, is it just to test your daughter's willpower and patience? Oh my God, unfortunately, m.hetushu.com tells you that in just this one month of marriage, my daughter's willpower has absolutely made remarkable progress"

How is business going

In a fit of anger, He Yuan could no longer care about anything else. He sat down in the empty seat beside her and feigned familiarity as he greeted her: "Oh, isn't this Yun Yun? Why didn't you say hello when you arrived?"

The more Moman Yun thought about it, the more she felt it was indeed the case. Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and her originally cold little face suddenly intensified in emotion. The skin, as white and smooth as fine jade, was tinged with a faint blush due to her embarrassment and anger, making her all the more pleasing to the eye

"Let's talk once you find a job," Mo Manyun said with a cold and sarcastic expression

I am truly infuriated by him. Mo Manyun usually has a good temper; at least she can manage to endure. However, ever since marrying that scoundrel, her temper has worsened day by day. Coming from a strict family, she cannot help but feel an urge to hit someone.

Oh... everyone exclaimed in realization

Now that he thinks about it, Lao He finds it incredible. It must have been the spirit of Mr. Norman Bethune possessing him at that time; otherwise, having lived most of his life by the principle of avoiding trouble, how could he suddenly have a pang of conscience that day? This also made him reflect on two sayings: doing good is not about quantity, but about usefulness; doing evil is not about frequency, but about being unseen. Good deeds should be done at the right moment.

The café is not too far from the city government, so during lunch breaks, Mo Manyun often visits. However, today she unexpectedly ran into him, which made her exclaim her bad luck. What infuriated her even more was that her husband, in front of a group of men, talked about her underwear. The resentment she felt was indescribable; after all, she was his wife. Could he not show her some respect? If he wanted to boast, he shouldn't involve her. No, no... Earlier in the morning, when she was changing clothes, there seemed to be some noise by the door, and she thought she had forgotten to close it properly. Now that she thinks about it... Could it be that this shameless man actually went to spy on her?

Regarding work matters, it stands to reason that asking her for help would not be difficult. Firstly, Mo Manyun is not accustomed to him and fears that if she were to use her name to get him into a certain organization or department, it would bring her shame. Secondly, her good husband cannot even utter a soft word and is always at odds with her, which makes her furious; how could she possibly go out of her way to arrange work for him? As for the last point, she always feels that if she were to help him, it would amount to an abuse of power and could affect her reputation, something she has never done in her life. Fortunately, He Yuan has not asked her for help; otherwise, she would have to struggle with her conscience.

Mo Manyun felt a deep resentment in her heart, praying to the Bodhisattva and hoping that her husband would not greet her; otherwise, she would be utterly humiliated. It was as if the very thing she feared had come to pass. He Yuan had not yet arrived, and the young lady was asked to settle the bill. His earlier actions seemed to indicate that he wanted to inform his good wife, "Dear, I forgot to bring money; could you please pay?" But to his surprise, his wife displayed an attitude of "I don't know you," seemingly eager to distance herself from him.

With a frosty expression, she lightly bit her lower lip, and a few words slipped out from between her teeth: "I could tolerate your antics at home, but this is a public place; please be mindful of your image." She then added, "And please also be mindful of my image."

I counted and found a total of 500 yuan exactly, and I gratefully promised: "Rest assured, I will repay you as soon as I get my salary"

"Well, it's done now." He extinguished the cigarette butt in the coffee cup and, without hesitation, collected his payment: "I've shared so much with you, imparted quite a bit of knowledge. This way, you can avoid some of the pitfalls in society in the future. Hehe, I won't take any money from you; just put this meal on your tab. By the way, if one meal isn't enough to express your gratitude, then I'll just have to come back for another meal another day." Wiping his mouth with a napkin, He Yuan stood up and left, satisfied.

Mo Manyun, as the mayor and the second-in-command of the city, is in a position that is far from a political or commercial marriage. The origin of their relationship is rather amusing; Comrade He Yuan often exclaims "Do one good deed a day," yet the good deeds he has actually accomplished can be counted on one hand. Indeed, if we tally them up, there is only one notable act: he saved the life of his mother-in-law who had just been in a car accident.

Although Mo Manyun still has her cold, expressionless face, the fact that she can converse with others in a normal tone has left He Yu in the corner utterly astonished; it turns out she can speak properly too