Happy Divorce Chapter 8 (Part 1)
Happy Divorce Chapter 8 (Part 1) Original translation is from tenderflower's blog.
In the end, Su Manlu still didn’t get the sachet back because a man who had been “heavily hit” was crying and screaming pitifully.
“I’ve been hurt like this by you. Is it too much to use your sachet as compensation?”
Can he still say that?
But Su Manlu had also heard that a man’s “there” was very fragile, and she kicked him so hard that it seemed like he was truly in pain.
Even though she thought Yan Feixi deserved it, Su Manlu still felt a bit guilty, and in the end, she didn’t take the sachet back.
Anyway, she wasn’t from the Northeast. He took the sachet, and she didn’t give it to him, so the sachet’s meaning didn’t matter at all—Su Manlu told herself this and paid no attention to the sachet that Yan Feixi had attached to his belt.
Yan Feixi didn’t care what Su Manlu thought. As long as she didn’t take the sachet away, it was all good—even though her kick had been really hard, he still had lingering fears in retrospect.
But he also liked her for being so fierce.
Touching the sachet on his belt, Yan Feixi curled his lips, uninterested in the Nanyi girls dancing around the bonfire in front of him, and glanced sideways at the girl he liked.
Today, she wore a small blue coat and skirt, with a carved silver hairpin. Her small face was slightly powdered, and the sparkling light reflected off her features. Her long eyelashes and water-cut pupils stirred his heart.
She resembled a white hibiscus flower, ordinary at first glance, but more captivating the longer you looked.
“Manlu.” He couldn’t help but call her name, his voice soft and lingering. “You’re so beautiful.” He couldn’t get enough of it.
Su Manlu held her wine cup and drank silently, pretending not to hear him.
What she was more curious about was the wine.
It tasted slightly sweet without the sharpness of wine and wasn’t made from flowers. It felt soothing on the palate, making it hard to resist taking another sip.
As she stared intently at the wine in the wooden cup, drinking and pondering simultaneously, Yan Feixi knew she was considering what it was made of.
Alas, this wine was more captivating than him.
Yan Feixi felt helpless. Worried she would drink too much, he quickly said: “This wine is made from millet and is a specialty of Nanyi. Don’t drink too much. It has a strong stamina.”
“A specialty of Nanyi?” Su Manlu finally turned her gaze to him, “Does this wine not exist anywhere else besides Nanyi?”
“No, this brewing method is a secret recipe of Nanyi. Only the brewing masters in their tribe know it. It’s not shared with the public.”
Not shared with the public... Su Manlu felt disappointed. Most of the wine in the south was made from flowers. The profits would be good if this Nanyi wine could be brought to the south.
Brother Yan Feixi could not bear her disappointed look. “If you want to sell this wine in the South, I can ask Dayuan if they’re willing to cooperate with the Su family and sell you the wine.”
“Really?” Su Manlu’s eyes lit up at his words.
“Mm.” Yan Feixi realized he loved her like this, so dazzling and captivating that he truly wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her small mouth.
But if he did that, the girl in front of him would undoubtedly slap him angrily.
He had no choice but to stifle the desire clawing at his heart. His tea eyes stared into her eyes full of doting, “Manlu, I’ll help you achieve whatever you want.”
Su Manlu was taken aback for a moment. Uncomfortably avoiding his gaze, she pursed her lips and snorted slightly. “Then what if I want you to stay away from me?”
“That won’t do.” Yan Feixi shook his head, clutching his chest and looking at her pitifully. “I would be heartbroken if I couldn’t see you. Would you really let me die from heartache?”
This man... Su Manlu bit her lip, unable to withstand his roguish charm. She could only continue to pretend she hadn’t heard him.
She ignored him, but he refused to give up.
“Manlu, Manlu... don’t ignore me, Manlu.”
So noisy!
Su Manlu couldn’t help but stare at him. “Shut up.”
“Oh.” Yan Feixi had no choice but to close his mouth aggrievedly, but the playful smile in his eyes was so evident that Su Manlu felt angry.
D*mn it, he had the ability to make her lose her composure.
Su Manlu turned her head angrily, drank her wine sullenly, and looked at the Nanyi girls dancing around the bonfire.
Tonight was the day Shui Lan’er married Dayuan. According to the Nanyi tradition, girls of marriageable age wore traditional costumes and small flower hats today, dancing a blessing dance in front of the bonfire.
At this time, the melody became lively, and the dancing girls took off the sachet from their belts and walked around shyly.
One of the pretty girls walked up to Yan Feixi and handed him the sachet, blushing with shame and looking at him expectantly.
Yan Feixi smiled slightly, glanced at Su Manlu, and then told the pretty girl, “I’m sorry, I have a girl I like.”
The pretty girl’s disappointment was visible as she saw the sachet resting on Yan Feixi; she left feeling dejected. The other girls nearby, who had also intended to present him with sachets, sighed in disappointment.
Su Manlu witnessed everything, saying nothing, and continued to drink quietly.
After a while, she caught sight of tonight’s bride, dressed in snow-white, adorned with a stunning silver crown and silver ornaments, holding white lilac flowers, sitting sideways on a horse. Someone was guiding the horse, leading the bride toward the groom.
The snow-white wedding dress symbolized dedicating one’s pure self to her husband.
Su Manlu couldn’t help but feel dazed, thinking of that time when she had sat in a sedan chair, wearing a wedding dress she had embroidered herself, eagerly anticipating seeing the man playing the Xun again... the man who would become her husband.
She longed for joy, but all her expectations were shattered on her wedding night.
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