It was almost early in the morning when the black SUV slowly drove away from the parking space in front of the park.
Dazhe yawned again… Black Soul Messenger certainly wouldn’t feel sleepy physically, but it was still a toll mentally.
“Aren’t you going to follow?” Dazhe asked Number 18 curiously again.
Number 18 finally opened her mouth and said, “I admit that I made some mistakes. When I chose this investor, I didn’t examine it carefully. I just felt that he was fine. But now it seems that he at least has what he desires.”
Dazhe was surprised, “What would he want?”
Number 18 said indifferently, “A man who doesn’t come home at night; a man who would rather stay outside and work alone; a man who would deceive his wife and not go home. Why?”
Dazhe frowned and said, “You mean… he and his wife have a bad relationship?”
Number 18 sneered, “It’s normal for a man to be greedy for the new and disgust with the old. Even if I don’t use [Dream Teller] on him, I can probably tell.”
“What is the [Dream Teller]?”
“This is my ability. It has nothing to do with you,” said Number 18 calmly.
Why do you even mention it then…?
Dazhe shook his head, then rubbed his chin and said, “However, even if you don’t want to go home, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are greedy for the new and disgusted with the old. Sometimes men don’t want to go home and just want to be alone.”
“Heh,” said Number 18 with disdain. “You mean you can understand investors better than me.”
Dazhe shook his head, “Of course, my grasp isn’t as good as yours… But I know men, especially married men. For example, it’s normal to just want a personal space. Besides, if he changed his mind, why does he still work here? Isn’t it better to go to a bar or nightclub and have a good time?”
“If it is true love, there shall be no lies at all. Any lie will put such a relationship no longer pure. There has never been a good man!”
Sister. Are you triggered by something in your past…?
“Fine, let’s not discuss this issue, okay?” Dazhe waved his hand, “Anyway, you don’t understand that as a man, sometimes you just don’t want to go home. I don’t know how to tell you. You won’t understand anyway.”
“Are you mocking me?” said Number 18 coldly.
“No, no. It’s just that men know men better.” added Dazhe immediately. “Speaking of which, should we follow him…? It has been a distance.”
Zhu Maolin made his movements as quiet as possible… He would usually return home this time.
However, a pair of slippers were placed at the door. The entrance door light was also on at this time. She probably never thought of turning it off after switching it on.
Zhu Maolin put on his slippers silently, glanced at the food covered with gauze in the living room, then walked into the bathroom and took a shower.
Then, he returned to the room, still trying to relax his steps as much as possible. He was cautious when he went to bed.
He set up the alarm, but it won’t disturb his wife. He knew she would go to work early in the morning.
But, his day was over at 5:17a.m.
The time of her day started at 7:00a.m. in the morning.
When she got up, she saw her husband next to her. She washed up and prepared breakfast because she knew that no matter how late her husband came back, he would always go to work on time during the day, rain or shine. He would never go on a vacation or go to work later.
She soon went to work.
At 7:40 a.m., she was ready to leave. She then wrote a note on the table to remind him to have breakfast. Of course, all the overnight food was thrown away.
At 8:30 a.m., the phone rang. Zhu Maolin opened his bloodshot eyes, hurriedly dressed and washed up. The clothes he wanted to wear today were already on the hangers. Even his tie was delicately prepared.
Then, he frowned. He changed for another one from the closet, picked up the briefcase, and hurried out the door.
The door of the house was closed. Zhu Maolin walked out, but suddenly opened again as he walked back. He picked up a piece of baked bread from the dinner table before leaving the door again.
It was 8:45 a.m.
At 8:50a.m., she opened the door of her pottery classroom and began to wait for students to come to class. She was a craftsman. This classroom was where she and her husband met.
The first student came. It was an elderly lady with a good family. In fact, she came here to pass the time.
“Teacher Yuhan, you’re early today. What are we going to do? May I help you?”
“It’s fine. Get ready first?” She…her name was Hou Chen Yuhan.
Hou and Chen.
She followed both her father’s surname and her mother’s surname. Seemingly her father lost to her mother, her mother’s surname came first.
“Teacher Yuhan, have you seen Sister Li and Sister Zhang today?”
“Today… En, Mrs. Li said that she will accompany her husband out for dinner, so she won’t come. Mrs. Zhang, I recalled her mentioning that she will accompany her son to visit the piano teacher today.” Hou Chen Yuhan gave it a thought before answering.
“Oh, I see. I still want to ask Sister Li to have dinner. What a pity…! Teacher Yu Han, should we go out to eat together at noon? Anyway, you won’t go home at noon, right?”
“Okay.” She agreed without giving much thought.
She was also afraid of being alone… eating, lunch, or dinner alone.
At noon, two women who had an age difference of more than ten years spent time in a nearby restaurant, chattering on trivial matters.
Rather than trivial matters, it was just minute things.
“Manager, the box lunch is here, let’s eat first!”
The colleague was named Little Wang. He came back with his hands carrying the boxed lunch for the whole group. Everyone rushed forward.
Zhu Maolin was holding the lunch box, still conceiving some small details. He quickly swallowed a mouthful of rice, remembered something, and asked directly, “Tboy, are you sure that the model can be here at 3:00p.m.?”
“En, she promised me that she would come over.” Tboy said hastily; “Rookie attaches great importance to this opportunity. They won’t dare to be late.”
“Great. If she looks pretty in first person, we will deliver it all tonight.” Zhu Maolin nodded and ate something.
But he didn’t know what he was eating. Eating was just a motion to him.
It was the pineapple he didn’t like to eat in the past.
At 7:30 p.m., Hou Chen Yuhan took some food home. She ate while watching TV. Afterwards, she went to take a shower, and then read a book. She was finally sleepy and drifted on.
12:15 p.m. marked the end of her day.
Today’s reshoot didn’t go well. She wasn’t as pretty as the photos, so Zhu Maolin rejected them. In the end, they wasted another day with resignation.
At 3:30 p.m., a little earlier, he went to bed gently again.
His day was also over.
Day by day.
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