Chapter 10 of 100

Chapter 10

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Update time: March 20, 2013

Zhang Yang was taken aback. Thinking about the landlord's argument with this woman just now, even the landlord couldn't handle her and had to negotiate. Indeed, she was a troublemaker. If he had known this earlier, he should have called a locksmith first.

Zhang Yang said, "I don't care. The house is already rented to me. You need to pack up your things and leave."

Zhang Yang had been in Jincheng City for over a month and was no longer the naive newcomer he once was. Moreover, the uncle in the detention center had given him many lessons, teaching him a lot. However, these experiences wouldn't show immediately; they would only become apparent when he encountered specific situations. These words were something he wouldn't have said in the past. It was like mining for gold; if not for all the troubles and委屈 (hardships) he had endured, Zhang Yang might not have had the courage to do so. After all, at that time, he still had his simple and pure nature. Being detained and losing his job, the once honest man had gradually changed.

Hearing this, Wang Yue laughed, flicking ash into the ashtray and sizing up Zhang Yang with a tilted head. "Little brother, you're quite bold, aren't you? What can you do if I don't leave?"

After saying this, she stood up, walked up to Zhang Yang with a cigarette in hand, and pressed her chest against him forcefully.

Zhang Yang's face turned red. He had never seen anything like this before and shyly took a few steps back. "Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll call the police."

In high school, Zhang Yang was still a rather honest boy. Although he had a crush, it was just a vague first love, and he hadn't really interacted much with girls, let alone a mature and seductive woman like Wang Yue.

Even though he took a few steps back, Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at Wang Yue's full chest a few times, which was a natural reaction for a young man.

Wang Yue naturally saw Zhang Yang's flushed face and noticed his偷窥 (sneak peek). Instead of backing off, she pushed her chest out even more and laughed. "You're still a greenhorn, aren't you? Do you want to try something new? If you want to look, just look openly. Why sneak a peek? Come on, let me show you!"

After saying this, she pressed her chest against him. Zhang Yang, both shy and angry, took several steps back, looking at the woman with fury. "I'm not peeking! Who told you to dress so revealingly! No matter what you say, this is my house. I've paid the rent and have a contract. Pack up your things and leave now, or I'll call the police. And show some respect, don't stick to me like that."

After saying this, Zhang Yang took out his phone, pretending to call the police. In fact, he hated the police the most, as life in the detention center wasn't easy, and he had seen enough of the guards' true faces.

He didn't want to force the woman out and had planned to negotiate, but her unusual behavior made Zhang Yang angry, or rather, embarrassed. After all, he was a young boy with a fragile ego, and Wang Yue's words hit a nerve, making him angry and embarrassed.

Zhang Yang's words also affected Wang Yue. A hint of sadness flashed across her face. "Respect? How can I respect myself?"

Seeing Zhang Yang so angry, she knew there was no point in arguing. She packed her clothes into a suitcase and, ten minutes later, had everything ready. Throughout the process, she didn't say a word, but her face was filled with a sad expression, which made Zhang Yang feel uneasy.

After everything was packed, Wang Yue looked at Zhang Yang, who was still angry, and walked to the door with her suitcase, saying sadly, "You're driving me away. Men are no good. It's late, and I don't have any money. Where am I supposed to go?"

Zhang Yang said sternly, "Don't talk to me like that. I don't know you. Please leave here!" He was afraid of being soft-hearted and keeping the woman. He remembered what Boss Niu had said: this woman was trouble. If she was trouble, it was better to get rid of her quickly.

Wang Yue laughed, and tears streamed down her face from behind her sunglasses. "You don't know me, but you're the one driving me away. If it weren't for you, I could still live here! Now I have nowhere to go. Are you satisfied?"

After saying this, she dragged her suitcase out and slammed the door.

Zhang Yang was stunned. He wasn't a cold-blooded person but rather a very warm-hearted one. He had only been focused on driving the woman away and hadn't thought much about it. But her words as she left made him feel uneasy.

Recalling what the woman had said—no money, no place to stay—and looking outside, he saw that it was already dark. Zhang Yang became worried. She was a young girl, dragging a large suitcase, with no place to sleep. What if something happened to her?

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. Finally, he couldn't resist and opened the door to go out.

Wang Yue was dragging her suitcase, standing at the elevator. Hearing the door behind her, a victorious smile appeared on her lips, but it quickly disappeared, and she resumed her pitiful expression.

Zhang Yang walked up behind Wang Yue, opened his mouth, but didn't know how to start. After a long pause, he said, "It's late. You can stay here for the night."

The woman said pitifully, "I'll sleep on the street. I don't want to cause you trouble, or you might call the police and accuse me of burglary!"

Zhang Yang's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly, "It's so late, where can you go? But we have a deal. Just for one night. You leave in the morning."

The woman thought to herself, "I'm in, and you want to drive me out? Dream on."

But she said, "I understand. Thank you!"

She dragged her suitcase with force, and Zhang Yang, unable to bear it, walked over and picked up the suitcase, leading the way.

The woman smiled triumphantly.

After entering the room, Zhang Yang said, "I'm Zhang Yang. What's your name?"

"I'm Wang Yue. You can call me Sister Wang," Wang Yue said.

Liu Jian,不服气 (unconvinced), said, "How are you older than me?"

Wang Yue was about to tease Zhang Yang but suddenly remembered his reaction when she had tested him earlier. He was a novice, and he couldn't handle jokes. She said, "I'm twenty-two this year, not older than you."

Zhang Yang couldn't think of anything else to say and said angrily, "Sister Wang, right! I don't care about the past. This house is now rented to me. I'll stay in the big room, and you stay in the small room. Find a place to stay by tomorrow morning and leave!"

After saying this, he picked up his canvas bag and walked into the large bedroom where Wang Yue used to live.

Wang Yue glared at Zhang Yang's back and thought to herself, "Rude man, no gentlemanly manners at all. Thinking about the shabby clothes he's wearing, I can only blame my bad luck for renting to such a person. If I had met mature men, I wouldn't have been driven out. They would have tried to please me and make me stay, even in the big room. Now, I have to act pitiful to be allowed to stay, and I have to stay in the small room where I used to store things. It's so frustrating."

Thinking about her current situation, she smiled bitterly and carried her suitcase into the small room. No matter what, she had to stay. As a confidante, she knew too much about Xiao Fei. If things went wrong, she would be in danger. Now, she needed to stay, make Xiao Fei lower his guard, and find a chance to leave the city. After all, the money in her private savings was enough for a good life.

By this time, Zhang Yang had completely forgotten about Wang Yue. He hadn't noticed her packing up her things. When he walked in, he was stunned. The floor-to-ceiling windows, purple curtains, huge double bed, red bed sheets, large wooden wardrobe, and the ultra-thin TV on the wall—all of this was something he had only seen on TV. He never thought he would live in such a house one day.

Zhang Yang put down his canvas bag, excitedly jumped onto the big bed, and lay down. Is this real? It feels like a dream.

Suddenly, he smelled a strange fragrance. He grabbed the bedsheet and kissed it. "So fragrant! What is this smell? I've never smelled it before."

"Smells good, doesn't it? This is my bed!" Wang Yue's voice suddenly came, full of teasing.

Zhang Yang was startled, sat up, and said with a red face, "How did you get in here?"

Wang Yue laughed and said, "The door wasn't locked. Why can't I come in? Does it smell good? Is it nice?"

"It smells good!" Zhang Yang said involuntarily.

After saying this, Zhang Yang felt it was wrong and stood there, flustered. Seeing Zhang Yang's nervous and shy look, Wang Yue laughed.

"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything. Why are you so nervous? I just came to ask if you've eaten. If not, I can make more," Wang Yue said.

Zhang Yang said embarrassedly, "I haven't eaten!"

Wang Yue smiled and turned to leave.

After Wang Yue left, Zhang Yang quickly walked over and closed the door, still blushing, leaning against it for a while before he calmed down.

"But it really smells good. I wonder why her bed smells so good?" Zhang Yang thought, puzzled. In fact, it was mostly the scent of perfume, but Zhang Yang didn't know that and thought it was the woman's body scent. "The Princess Fragrance" from "Story of the Concubine" had given many people a wrong impression, making them think women had a natural body scent.

Half an hour later, the two of them were sitting in the dining room. Zhang Yang looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table in surprise. "Sister Wang, why did you make so much? It must have cost a lot. I'll pay you!"

Wang Yue said, "Pay for what? It's all from the fridge. Consider it a celebration of your new home."

Zhang Yang said, "That's too much trouble!"

Wang Yue smiled and said, "Didn't you let me stay for the night? Consider it payment for my stay."

Zhang Yang couldn't say anything more and picked up his bowl to eat.

Wang Yue took out a bottle of red wine, poured a glass for herself, and then for Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang quickly said, "Sister Wang, I can't drink! I get drunk easily and passed out last time."

Wang Yue's eyes twinkled, and she said, "This is sweet wine with no alcohol. I, a woman, can drink it, so why can't you, a big man?"

With that, Zhang Yang had no choice but to raise his glass and drink with Wang Yue.

"Sister Wang, your cooking is really good!" Zhang Yang said.

Wang Yue smiled and said, "If you like it, eat more! Come, Zhang Yang, let's have another glass!"

Zhang Yang licked his lips. This was his first time drinking red wine, and it was indeed very good, not strong at all. He raised his glass and had another drink.

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