My Life with Narration-Chapter 281 - 280: The Real Brothel Tunes

Forming a collaborative relationship with that old fox Wang Zheng, he suddenly felt much more at ease.

These days, between the police station case and Shen Yi’s affairs, he was feeling suffocated, but thankfully it was all over now.

Then, two generations, one big and one small, listened to Peking opera in a private room on the second floor. Even though he didn’t like it, it didn’t stop him from broadening his horizons.

In the future, he could boast that he’s also heard plays in the brothels. Although he hadn’t seen the splendor of nightclubs, it wasn’t a loss, especially since he didn’t have to spend his own money.

But he resolved inwardly to find a boss conversant with the ways of the world to chat with next time, preferably a coal boss; he’s heard they have as good an eye as the western plutocrats, and he’s curious to see for himself.

When Wang Zheng’s driver sent him back, it was already almost 4 p.m. Though he couldn’t understand the Peking opera or make sense of the lyrics, it didn’t stop him from watching the show.

From this encounter, he gained a new understanding; sometimes you just have to be tough, no matter the other’s status, there’s no need to cater to them.

Before, he was so kind that he lived like a dog, but now he starts a fight at the drop of a hat, and he’s much happier!

After getting back, he went straight to the landlady’s house, told her about it, and incidentally let her inform the little girl’s uncle about their newfound ally.

"Ah Yi, you’re really lucky. When something happens, there’s a man at home who can help out. After this is all over, I’ll talk to her for you, and she might just agree," Wen Nanqing said as she poured him a glass of water and smiled.

At this moment, Su Qing was being clung to by the little girl, who was snuggling in his arms acting spoiled. Hearing this, he could only shake his head helplessly: "Sister Wen, you’re becoming less reliable. You weren’t like this before. Aren’t you afraid of setting a bad example for the child?"

This woman, who appeared very feminine and dignified at first glance, the more one got to know her, the more she revealed her true nature, often uttering shocking words.

True to her experience, being married meant she’s proficient in all eighteen martial arts, and suggesting Shen Yi should agree to be with him? That’s crazy. Shen Yi would be doing well just to give him money.

Even though Auntie Shen was pretty, had a great figure, and money to boot, if they really got together, he’d definitely be the one controlled in the end.

As for the aftermath, it wouldn’t be much better than with Liu Shuzhu back then. There’s nothing wrong with a strong woman and a weak man, but when the gap is too large, that’s a big issue.

He’d fantasized about it, sure, but to win over Auntie Shen, it’s no small feat. Plus, he’s full of confidence in his future now, no need to find someone so controlling to bully him.

Looking at the tragic life of old Su Comrade, he’s lost all yearning for marriage. Of course, just dating might be okay, but if they really broke up one day, he’s sure Auntie Shen’s revenge would be pretty fierce.

"What would a kid know? What, are you still thinking about your university teacher? Listen to my advice: cut it off cleanly, or you won’t have good times ahead. Women get jealous, and there’s no reasoning with them," Wen Nanqing said wisely. Now with their relationship, Shen Yi wouldn’t say much, but once that delicate layer of glass was broken, Shen Yi’s true nature would fully emerge.

Su Qing’s time with Shen Yi was short, so he couldn’t see much, but Wen Nanqing knew what kind of person Shen Yi was. Shen Yi was holding back for now.

But before he could retort, the little girl in his arms spoke: "Mommy’s bad! Don’t give Uncle Su to Auntie! My mommy’s prettier than Auntie. Uncle Su, come to our house. And there’s Dahuang, my mommy has money!"

The two adults were speechless...

The little girl’s words truly surprised them. Are kids this mature nowadays?

They even know how to use money to entice someone?

Does "Damn you" not mean scolding but rather become a statement?

Upon hearing this, Wen Nanqing blushed and snatched the little girl out of his arms: "You silly girl, don’t talk nonsense. From now on, you should call him Uncle Su, got it?"

"No, he’s Uncle Su! Auntie’s bad!" The little girl argued stubbornly, not backing down a bit.

It seemed like she wanted him to be her dad, but in fact, she couldn’t bear to let go of Dahuang; she feared that once her Uncle Su and Auntie got together, Dahuang would become someone else’s.

Good things must of course stay in the family.

Faced with the child’s sincere words, Su Qing decided to protect the flowers of the nation’s future:

"Right, right, your aunt is too bad, we won’t talk to her from now on!"

"Yeah, ignore her!"

"Don’t give her food, let her starve!"

"Let her starve!" the little girl shouted, raising her hands excitedly.

"Snatch all her money, and we’ll go eat something yummy together!"

"Snatch it!"

Seeing the big and little pair having a blast, the landlady had no choice but to record a video and send it to Shen Yi, adding a note:

"If you don’t come back soon, they’re going to discuss selling you for money!"

At the same time, at the company, Shen Yi watched the video on her phone and couldn’t help but laugh gently. Su Qing was actually inciting the little girl to talk badly about her.

Just then, it was already 5 p.m., and several departments in the company were wrapping up for the day. Feng Yan stayed behind, fretting over what to do with Dahuang. Old Wang beside her spoke up: "Why don’t I take Dahuang home; anyway, I’ll have to bring him back tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yan rolled her eyes at her man, then knocked on Shen Yi’s office door. "President Shen, it’s the end of the workday; what do we do with Dahuang?"

She was the only one in the morning who saw President Shen bring Dahuang to the company, which meant something. It meant that her suspicions were correct. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Little Su had become part of the family, and Dahuang was no longer just a dog. No, now Dahuang was part of President Shen’s family.

"Leave him here; I’ll handle it!"

Shen Yi’s voice came through.

Hearing this, Feng Yan was relieved. It turned out as she thought. Under Old Wang’s puzzled gaze, she hurried him out of the company.

It wasn’t until they reached the company entrance that Old Wang asked in confusion:

"Why does President Shen want to take Dahuang home? I can..."

Before he could finish, Feng Yan gave him a look and said simply: "Are you stupid! Do you think President Shen and Little Su have an ordinary relationship?"

"What do you mean? Could it be... President Shen is Little Su’s auntie?"

"Go to your Auntie!" Feng Yan smacked her man on the head.

With that kind of emotional intelligence, if it weren’t for strong technical skills, he would be a low-level employee his whole life, utterly clueless about office politics.

"Isn’t she?" Old Wang’s wooden head still hadn’t pieced it together.

To this, Feng Yan no longer bothered to explain. After all, gossiping about the boss’s private life wasn’t wise. So she said:

"From now on, buy more of Dahuang’s favorite food. Take care of him well. If money is tight...it’ll come out of your paycheck. Even if you’re hungry, you have to feed the dog well!"

Old Wang was bewildered: ???

Is a human not as good as a dog?

Out of respect for his girlfriend’s authority, he didn’t dig deeper, but he realized there seemed to be something between Little Su and President Shen.

Suddenly, most of the questions in his mind disappeared; so Little Su had a connection, pulling strings behind the scenes. No wonder he could work so sporadically.

By 7 p.m., Shen Yi, weary from work, got off and knew from the messages that Su Qing was there too, suggesting they should have dinner and discuss something.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Dahuang and opened the door to the living room, only to see a harmonious scene.

Su Qing, cuddling the little girl, was on the couch watching cartoons, whereas Wen Nanqing was on a yoga mat to the side, following yoga poses from a video on a tablet.

Her body was supple, with graceful lines that showcased her voluptuous yet perfect figure to the fullest.

In contrast, Su Qing sat relaxed, truly a gentleman enjoying music in the brothel.

The girl in his arms was young, but the view beside him was pleasing to the eye. No pig is prettier than a girl.

In Shen Yi’s eyes, this perfectly matched her imagination of a family of three.

Then she said: "Oh my, Uncle Su is so cultured, Sister Qing’s figure is great, isn’t it?"

But before he could say anything, the little girl stood up, hands on hips, and shouted:

"Uncle Su has already been bought by my mommy!"

Everyone was speechless...

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