Chapter 6 and the "Happy Life" of the Young Woman

"Oh, the boss lady has come in person." He Yuan stood up and greeted a heavily made-up young woman, smiling as he took the meal box from her. "You look tired; you could have just called a waiter. Why did you come all this way yourself? I am truly flattered, truly flattered." It is said that He Yuan could easily get along with anyone. In less than a month, he had become quite familiar with this small villa area. The owner of the nearby small restaurant was no exception. The restaurant was not large, and with dishes priced at only 15 yuan, one could easily understand why. If you ask how such a high-end community could have a low-end restaurant at its entrance, well, who knows? Ask the young lady; economic development is under her purview.

What, why don't you cook for yourself

As the evening arrived in a dull manner, Mo Manyun returned to her room from the study on the second floor to prepare for rest. Their inexplicable relationship, of course, involved living separately. With a history of voyeuristic incidents, the young woman locked the door tightly.

He could not help but feel secretly pleased, yet he straightened his back and spoke with righteous indignation: "Let me make it clear, I have no connection with her at all; she is the one who held onto my hand and wouldn't let go. Do you know what my friends call me? A virtuous gentleman, He Da Guan Ren. As for the affair, it has nothing to do with me and is simply impossible."

The meal had already been steamed before the young wife returned home. After taking out the bowls and chopsticks and serving the dishes, he then invited his wife, who had washed her hands, to sit down and start eating. This routine was the same every day, resembling a mere formality or a replay. During the meal, the two of them no longer spoke. After dinner, as usual, He Yuan took care of the dishes, which gave off a somewhat housewife-like vibe.

You must not doubt the air conditioning system of the villa; the central system is absolutely cool. What? Why isn't it turned on? Nonsense, that thing doesn't come for free; it's very expensive.

"All day long, you only know how to complain about being poor. Hmph, who believes you?" Mo Manyun scoffed.

I would like to receive it, but could you please loosen your grip

He Yuan could no longer endure: "You may insult the people around me, but you cannot insult my character. And that woman? My God! You are trampling on my dignity and slandering my soul." His expression quickly changed, adopting a lazy, narcissistic demeanor as he leisurely leaned back on the leather sofa, shifting from defense to offense: "Hehe, you care so much about my affairs; could it be that you have fallen in love with me? Why didn't you say so earlier? With my charm, I could win you over within a month. Hmph, you must be ready to surrender now."

However, if he were to bring back a woman, He Yuan could hardly know if he would survive until the next day. Women, you see, often speak one way but think another; this is something He Yuan has deeply experienced.

Regarding the five hundred yuan provided by the young lady, it must be spent sparingly and used wisely, not to mention the utility bills that are due every few months. If he cannot pay his half, it would only serve to make the young lady laugh at him. As a man, he possesses a strong sense of dignity

The ideal has been realized to a quarter. Although I have a wife, she is gentle and virtuous, which is fundamentally unrelated. I can barely count it as half. It seems that work matters are also settling down, but...

He Yuan is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage from a young age, having experienced the vicissitudes of human relationships early on. Nevertheless, his lofty ideal is to marry a gentle and virtuous wife and to have a respectable job.

I really need a job. He took out the long-hidden blue press card and, with a bitter smile, added another sentence: But I really don't want to be a journalist anymore

He Yuan's bedroom is directly opposite hers, lying on a waterbed that can accommodate three people, she couldn't help but mutter to herself: "Is this what marriage is? Is this what I, He Yuan, have longed for? Hehe, it seems a bit off, right? Am I too out of shape? That can't be, can it?"

The sound of a sudden brake was sharp and resonant, even the slight breeze that was stirred up felt chilling. He Yuan could even sense the anger contained within the BMW, which clearly indicated that the owner's mood was certainly not good

Hello, is this the Xiao Shui Restaurant? This is He Yuan. Oh, you know me? Hehe, what an honor. It's the same old three dishes. Yes, yes, the usual place. Remember to replace the scallions in the Gong Bao Chicken with cucumbers. You ask why? Oh, I saw that scallions have gone up in price a few days ago. Hehe, what are you saying? It's not to save you money; how about I get the dish that usually costs 15 for a cheaper price of 12? Hehe, alright, thank you very much.

Feeling liberated, the little hand, like He Yuan, was granted a great pardon, obediently following the young woman home, leaving behind the boss lady who kept humming: "Isn't she just a bit prettier than me? Hmph, what's there to be so proud of?"

He Yuan, with a mind in disarray, gradually fell into a dream, embracing a mindset of letting things take their course

When the two got married, they established three agreements. Shared consumables between the couple would be on an AA system. For instance, the villa and furniture, both contributed one million each, which barely sufficed. This led to He Yuan's downfall, becoming a direct reason for his deceitful behavior. Of course, food and meals were also to be on an AA system. As usual, Old He was calling to order takeout.

As soon as she entered the room, Mo Manyun furrowed her beautiful little face and began to question him sternly: "You seem quite close with that food delivery person. Look at you, with such good social connections. Should I make some space for you two?" The resentment in her heart was palpable; after all, he was her husband. Although their relationship could not be described as affectionate, seeing him being intimate with another woman was certainly unpleasant, not to mention her own unremarkable appearance. Hmph, can't you raise your standards a bit? At the very least...! ... Uh, no one would do!

Should we go to the newspaper office or not

It is about time for the young lady to return, and He Yuan simply sat at the entrance of the villa, bare-chested and without any regard for his image, enjoying the cool breeze.

Indeed, as the car stopped in front of the villa, Mo Manyun, with her hair cascading down, approached angrily. Two strands of hair fell along her eye corners, making it impossible for anyone not particularly familiar with her to discern the relationship between the mayor and this woman. As she passed by He Yuan, her cold gaze subtly glanced at the tightly clasped hands of the two, and she said through clenched teeth: "Aren't you coming home with me?"

It is evident that the young woman's possessiveness is extremely strong

"Who, who has fallen in love with you?" Mo Manyun gritted her teeth, but on the surface, she pretended to be indifferent and cast a fleeting glance at him: "You can be with whoever you want, humph, what does it have to do with me? Next time, bring the woman home and let me have a look."

It is important to understand that obtaining a journalist's credential is not an easy task. One must work for at least one year in a legitimate newspaper, television station, or similar institution, in addition to passing a challenging written examination.

The price has already been calculated, and we were about to hand the money to the proprietress. To our surprise, she pushed it back and held onto the hand of our upright comrade, Old He, refusing to let go, saying: "What are you doing? Asking for money from your sister is too formal, quickly take it back."

You, why are you being so polite with me? If you wish, I can bring you meals every day, dear. The woman wiped the sweat from her forehead, gave him a flirtatious glance, and pretended to be angry.

If Mo Manyun heard this statement, he would surely exclaim with even more emotion: "You finally spoke like a human."

Hmph, just joking, you can do it, but can Comrade Mo Manyun do it

"How could I dare to trouble you, my apologies, my apologies." Upon seeing that disdainful glance, a chill ran through He Yuan's heart. My goodness, do not think that the term 'young woman' signifies beauty, nor does 'charming' imply allure. Just look at the one before me, tsk tsk, completely enchanting when covered, but absolutely frightening when the face is revealed

Fengrun Garden, a tranquil villa area, is elegant and warm, with flowers and trees visible everywhere. A gentle breeze caresses, and the fragrance of flowers permeates the air. In the prosperous city of Fengyang, a high-end villa like this would undoubtedly cost over one million. It is said that He Yuan was originally a millionaire, but now he has fallen to such a state, and the culprit is undoubtedly this luxurious two-story villa before him