“You’re allergic to cats, but I like them.”
“You like sweet things, but I prefer spicy food. You want to get married at 30, but I want to get married earlier. You want to have children after 30, but I want to have children soon. Fang Zhu, do you think we are suitable for each other?”
Fang Zhu looked frustrated at his words.
She thought, he agreed to it. She thought, he did it of his free will. But she never thought a person who does not say no, it doesn’t mean he wants to.
No, they weren’t suitable.
Fang Zhu gripped her fingers tightly. She was thinking about swallowing her pride to make it up with him at the moment. After all, men such as Lu Yi weren’t many, if she really gave up, it wouldn’t be easy for her to look for an excellent one.
But her pride did not allow her to speak humbly, even if he was Lu Yi.
“Fine,” She sneered, “Let’s wait and see, who will be willing to marry you in this life, who will spend her lifetime to be with you. You deserve to be a bachelor and sonless your whole life.” Putting a curse on him, she spoke opposite to her original intention, and broke their affection to pieces.
Fang Zhu was stunned for a moment when she turned around, while her face felt hot all of a sudden. Even her black suit seemed to be on fire and almost burned her bottom.
She almost ran out with her tail between her legs. She didn’t even dare to stay here.
“Mum, why are you here?” Lu Yi rose to his feet and he saw Ye Shuyun standing at the doorway, while the smile that played across her lips was extremely cold.
“Can’t I come?” Ye Shuyun glared at her son, “I gave birth to you so tall and sent you to learn ancient martial arts at Lei family since you were young, but why are you so feckless?”
“Mum, don’t you always tell me that men ought to humour women?”
Lu Yi rose to his feet, he headed to the tea machine and poured Ye Shuyun a glass of water.
“Depends on what kind of woman she is,” Ye Shuyun couldn’t help rolling her eyes, “You don’t have to humour every woman. What is the point you try to please her since she doesn’t appreciate it?”
“But isn’t Fang Zhu the woman who catches your fancy?” Lu Yi raised his eyebrows.
“Cough….” Ye Shuyun just about died choking on water.
How could this kid talk about my weak point, alright, I have to admit that I made an error of judgement and was fooled by Fang Zhu. Forget it, she didn’t want to care about her son anymore. Since she had introduced him so many girls but none of them succeeded, as long as he could get married and give birth to her a grandson before thirty.
Lu Yi drank the milk tea quietly, Ye Shuyun did feel that her son was suitable to be a quiet and handsome man. As long as he spoke, though he might not mean anything or maybe it was the truth, sometimes his speaking could be really exasperating.
Lu Yi did not talk about Fang Zhu to his mother but he stood up and took out something from the cabinet, and put it in front of Ye Shuyun.
“What is this?” Ye Shu took over. It was a beautiful notebook. But why did he get me this? Why doesn’t he get me something else?
He seldom gave her the presents all year round. She didn’t give birth to a sweet one but sometimes her son was quite thoughtful of her.
She held her present happily. She found a few photos when she opened the notebook.
“Yan Huan!”
Ye Shuyun cried out in surprise, her most favourite Little Golden Silkworm, Hong Yao and Qing Yao. There was an autograph on each photo.
“Did Yan Huan sign all of these?” She asked her son, “Yes or no?”
Lu Yi held the cup and sipped his milk tea.
“Yes, she signed it.” He didn’t tell Ye Shuyun that he and her idol had eaten together more than once, as he was afraid his mother would beat him.
“Good, this is what I want,” Ye Shuyun kissed the notebook, “I am going back, I want to show it off to your aunt.”
At this point, she left with her notebook. She abandoned her son once she got her idol.
Lu Yi was still sitting aside and slowly drinking his milk tea. He was tasting the flavour of milk and the faint fragrance of tea. Though milk tea wasn’t a type of tea, it still had a faint flavour of the tea. This was his special preference. He would add the real tea leaves into the milk tea. Some might feel his taste was a bit strange, but this was his personal preference and personal taste.
He reached for his phone and looked at the calendar. It was already mid-December and New Year’s Day was drawing near.
If he was not mistaken, Yan Huan’s first film was scheduled to be released on New Year’s Day. There were only a few days left.
He had some tickets specially ordered for the first-run. He would bring his mother along, but he believed that the young girl would go, too.
Obviously, he had guessed right. On the day of New Year’s Day, Yi Ling couldn’t fall asleep at all. She talked to Little Bean all night with her dark circles under her eyes, while Little Bean kept yawning but she couldn’t sleep. The cat was tired the next day and did not want to move but Yi Ling was still full of vigour.
What a slow day. She glanced at her watch. It was just seven o’ clock in the morning and Divorced had its first-run at nine o’ clock.
The film managed to get into such a good time slot finally. Please don’t get anything wrong.
It couldn’t be pulled from cinemas suddenly. It didn’t matter if it was a flop at the box office as long as there were some audiences. After all, the cost of this film was very low and the films of several major directors were being released at the same time. Besides, the number of showings of other films were up to seventy to eighty per cent, but Divorced just got two.
When would her Huanhuan’s film have a hit at the box office?
When Yan Huan got up from the bed, Yi Ling was still sighing. She heaved a sigh again when she saw Yan Huan, “Huanhuan, don’t you feel nervous?”
“No.” Yan Huan didn’t feel nervous as she knew Divorced was a higher grossing film. But, she couldn’t tell Yi Ling and just let her worry.
“You have a strong heart.”
Yi Ling banged her head on the sofa, then she held the cat who couldn’t open her eyes, “Little Bean, talk to me.”
