Happy Divorce Chapter 7 (Part 4)
Happy Divorce Chapter 7 (Part 4) Original translation is from tenderflower's blog.
“Manlu, I was young and ignorant before, so of course, I couldn’t see how wonderful you are, but things have changed now. I truly understand how amazing you are and how much people appreciate you. I like you so much that I want to keep you to myself.” He said these sweet words without a hint of shame, and after saying them, he secretly kissed her on the cheek.
Su Manlu was so frightened that she reached out and slapped him, glaring at him furiously.
Unexpectedly, he covered his cheek and pondered for a moment before leaning his left cheek toward her, looking at her with eagerness. “Kiss the right cheek and hit the right cheek. Then I’ll let you hit the left cheek too. How about you let me kiss your left cheek?”
This, this scoundrel!
Su Manlu was so enraged that she could hardly speak, and everyone around her snickered.
It was only then that she remembered she was in a store, surrounded by decorating masters, and even passers-by at the door stopped to watch.
“Yan Feixi!” Su Manlu was furious, wanting to hit him for the first time in her life.
“Do you want to hit me?” Yan Feixi was taken aback and felt wronged.“Alright, I’ll let you hit me, but when you’re done, you have to let me kiss your small mouth.” He stared at that seductive small mouth with mouth-watering. Her lips were fragrant and soft, like sugar covered in honey when kissing.
His eyes were too hot, and he did not hide his evil thoughts at all. Su Manlu was so embarrassed that she kicked him for the first time.
“Ouch!” Yan Feixi winced in pain after she kicked his calf. “Manlu, if you want to kick me, you have to warn me first.” That hurt.
“Go away!” Su Manlu pushed him back. “Don’t disturb my work.” She lifted her gaze angrily, only to find Shui Lan’er standing at the door without knowing when, with a foreign man beside her.
Yan Feixi also saw it and greeted them. “Lan’er, Dayuan.”
Shui Lan’er chuckled. She had been observing at the door for a while. This was the first time she had seen Yan Feixi deflated. Of course, it was also the first time she witnessed him behave so shamelessly.
But she didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore... Shui Lan’er cast a glance at the man beside her, happiness glinting in her eyes.
“Why are you here?” Yan Feixi stepped forward.
“I’m here to invite you to my wedding reception. Dayuan and I are getting married the day after tomorrow.” Shui Lan’er sincerely looked at Su Manlu and asked, “Miss Su, will you come and celebrate with me?”
Su Manlu was slightly taken aback. She didn’t expect Shui Lan’er to get married just one month after their last teahouse meeting.
She glanced at the foreign man. He had a dark complexion and a simple, ordinary appearance, but when he looked at Shui Lan’er, his eyes revealed affection, love, and adoration.
It was truly a blessing to marry such a man. Su Manlu couldn’t help but admire Shui Lan’er, and a genuine smile appeared on her face.
“Congratulations. It would be my honor to attend your wedding.”
Upon hearing this, Shui Lan’er’s eyes sparkled, and she beamed with happiness. “Thank you.”
Yan Feixi punched Dayuan’s shoulder hard and said with a grin, “Congratulations on embracing the beauty back.”
Dayuan smiled and said nothing, but the joy on his face could not be hidden.
Shui Lan’er looked at Yan Feixi, and just as she was about to speak, her gaze landed on the sachet at his waist. “Hey, that sachet is gorgeous.”
The emerald green sachet was made from silk and embroidered with magnificent golden patterns. It looked elegant and unique. She couldn’t help but wonder, “Who gave you that sachet?” Although she asked this, she knew Yan Feixi was not the type to wear a sachet without significance. It must have been gifted by someone he cherished, leading him to wear it with care.
Shui Lan’er turned her attention to Su Manlu, a hint of doubt in her eyes. No matter how she looked at her, she couldn’t imagine Su Manlu giving the sachet to Yan Feixi!
Yan Feixi gently touched the sachet, smiling silently, while his tea-colored eyes locked onto Su Manlu; the answer was clear.
Su Manlu frowned, sensing something peculiar in their expressions.
Shui Lan’er finally said, “Miss Su, do you know what it means to give a sachet?”
Meaning? Su Manlu was caught off guard.
Noticing Su Manlu’s confusion, Shui Lan’er realized she was unaware of its significance. She coughed lightly, stifling a smile and feigning ignorance of Yan Feixi’s warning as she said mischievously, “In our Northeast, giving a sachet to a man means that she likes him, is willing to marry him, and is waiting for him to propose.” Then she pointed to the sachet on Dayuan’s belt—it was a gift from her.
W-what?!
Su Manlu opened her eyes wide and rushed toward Yan Feixi to take the sachet from his waist. “Give it back!”
“No!” Yan Feixi dodged her, grabbed the sachet, and tucked it into his arms. “You gave this to me!”
“When did I give it to you?!” Su Manlu was furious. How could he say such nonsense? “It was clearly you who stole it!” Oh heavens, she actually wanted to give the sachet to the red-haired man... Su Manlu felt utterly embarrassed.
She had no idea that the sachet had another meaning in the Northeast. If she had known, she wouldn’t have given it away, much less let him take it!
“Yan Feixi, return the sachet to me!” Forgetting about the people nearby and the supposed rules to ignore him and treat him coldly—even though her indifference had no impact on his shamelessness—in short, Su Manlu had forgotten everything. All she wanted was just to get the sachet back.
“No, you gave it to me, so it’s mine!” He argued.
“I didn’t give it to you! Come back!” Su Manlu chased after him.
“Doesn’t matter, it belongs to me.” He allowed her to pursue him. His handsome face lit up with a wild smile. Especially when he saw that she was angry with him, Yan Feixi felt quite satisfied.
“Otherwise, let me kiss you.” He pointed to his mouth, acting like a rogue. “I’ll think about giving the sachet back.”
Su Manlu’s response was to lift her leg and kick hard.
“Ouch——”
This time, the kick hit not the calf, but someone’s crotch...
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