The dinner didn’t cost them a cent: crayfish, pickled cabbage fish, and steamed crabs. The only thing purchased was a bottle of Wuliangye that Mu Heng brought out from his room.
Xiang Dong finally experienced what true delicacy meant.
His lips were swollen from the spicy food, looking like two sausages, but his hands never stopped peeling crayfish.
The pile of crayfish shells in front of Zhang Guang was the biggest, because he said nothing at all—he just kept his head down and ate.
Wu Xiulan and Lele also couldn’t stop eating.
Tang Jin, however, had already eaten plenty of crayfish over the past few days, so she peeled them lazily, occasionally tossing one into her mouth.
Watching the two men devour the food like wolves, their eyes seemed to be eating from their bowls while staring at the basin, wishing it all belonged to them.
Then she looked at Mu Heng.
He peeled crayfish slowly and methodically, calm and elegant, almost like a noble king.
Was this man a second-generation official?Or maybe the son of a rich family?If nothing else, maybe the heir of a family waiting for demolition compensation?
Why was it that whenever delicious food appeared in front of him, he never looked greedy at all?
Damn it.
A beautiful woman didn’t move his heart. Delicious food didn’t make him drool.
He was the type that oil and salt simply couldn’t penetrate.
With such a cold, abstinent personality, winning him over probably wouldn’t be easy.
No wonder the original Tang Jin stripping naked and climbing into his bed hadn’t worked.
With that body—that cup size, that slender waist, those lifted hips—
If she stripped naked, which man wouldn’t get a nosebleed?
This man’s self-control was extraordinary. Most men didn’t have that kind of discipline.
Who said men always think with their lower halves?
Why didn’t it work on him?
Even the deepest cliff has a bottom, but the human heart is impossible to measure.
This man was truly impossible to understand.
After the meal and drinks, Xiang Dong was completely won over by Tang Jin.
“Old Mu… tonight you should just… stay at home. You’re on leave and still squeezing into the dormitory… that’s really not appropriate.”
He had drunk half the bottle of Wuliangye by himself, and now his tongue was already starting to slur.
“Instructor Fang, your alcohol tolerance isn’t great. After just three cups your tongue’s already twisted?” Zhang Guang finally spoke after finishing his meal.
“My tongue… isn’t twisted! I’m a straight… straight steel man.
Listen, Brother Zhang! The three of us are about the same age—twenty-five.
But your kid can already run around buying soy sauce, while I’m still a bachelor. Old Mu here is even worse than me.
He’s got a beautiful wife and still leaves her alone in an empty room.”
Xiang Dong had always been talkative. After drinking, he became even harder to stop.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you back,” Mu Heng said coldly.
“I’m not going back… tonight I’m sleeping in your room. You and sister-in-law sleep in that room.”
Xiang Dong pointed here and there as he spoke.
Tang Jin secretly laughed.
This brother was really supportive. One meal had completely bought him over.
“Xiang Dong, stop pretending.”
Mu Heng’s words stunned everyone.
Then Xiang Dong immediately straightened up. He was no longer swaying, and his speech became perfectly clear.
“You saw through it again? I knew I couldn’t fool your eyes. Four years sharing bunk beds in college wasn’t for nothing.”
“Haha! Uncle Fang was pretending to be drunk!” Lele laughed and pointed at him.
“I’m telling you, Mu Heng. What kind of relationship do we have? Half teacher, half friend, half confidant.
Half admiration, half respect, half brotherhood.
It’s a bond ordinary people can’t compare with.
And look at sister-in-law now—she’s beautiful, cooks delicious food, and she even said she’ll change. I just hope you two live well together and stop talking about divorce.”
Xiang Dong also had selfish motives.
If they divorced, where would he come to freeload meals?
This marriage absolutely couldn’t end.
Tang Jin had changed and said she’d improve.
“You’re worrying too much.” Mu Heng twisted Xiang Dong’s ear, making him yelp.
Seeing Mu Heng’s attitude, Tang Jin suddenly felt annoyed.
She spoke coldly:
“As the ancients said: A man of integrity will not drink from the Thief’s Spring; an honest person will not accept food given in contempt. Brother Xiang Dong, do you think I need charity when it comes to affection?”
Her single sentence instantly stunned the two men.
Of course, Wu Xiulan’s family didn’t understand it, but they were still impressed—it sounded very profound.
“Wow, sister-in-law is quite the cultured person. Who was spreading rumors that you were a country bumpkin?” Xiang Dong said, completely shocked. No village girl could speak like that.
Mu Heng was also surprised.
Ever since she lost her memory, she had completely changed.
Her speech had become humorous, her personality more cheerful. Her clothing style had changed, her temperament had changed, and now even her depth of knowledge had changed.
She dressed more like a city woman than city women themselves.
Her way of speaking was no worse than that of educated people.
What exactly had gone wrong?
Oh no… she slipped up.
How could she casually quote classical sayings like that?
Tang Jin wanted to smack her own head and quickly tried to fix it.
“Well… I’ve lost my memory, so I don’t know if I used to be a country girl. But I think I at least graduated from high school. And lately I’ve been reading a lot. I’m planning to take the college entrance exam next year.”
That should cover it up, right?
“Take the college entrance exam?”
The three of them questioned in unison.
“Tang Jin, aren’t you supposed to be making money with us?” Wu Xiulan panicked when she heard this. What about the business they were going to do together?
“Don’t worry, sister-in-law. Studying won’t affect making money. I can do both.”
“How are you making money? What kind of business?” Zhang Guang asked his wife, confused.
Today had already shocked him enough. Tang Jin was no longer the same Tang Jin as before.
“Handicrafts! You don’t know—Tang Jin is amazing at making clothes. She made me a qipao. I’ll show you when I wear it at home. Even people from the art troupe buy clothes from her. She said she’ll teach us handicrafts so we can earn money.”
As Tang Jin’s number-one fan, Wu Xiulan spoke with complete admiration.
“Tang Jin, you can make clothes too?” Xiang Dong couldn’t believe it.
Was he blind before?Or had she been hiding her abilities?
If she was clearly a phoenix, why had she been pretending to be a barnyard chicken?
Tang Jin didn’t answer Xiang Dong. Instead, she looked at Mu Heng.
“Husband, I didn’t know you disliked me this much. If changing myself still isn’t enough, then let’s go get a divorce tomorrow.”
She decided to use a softer tactic—retreating in order to advance.
Today you ignore me.
Tomorrow I’ll make you regret it.
Just wait.
“No!”
“No!”
Before Mu Heng could speak, Xiang Dong and Wu Xiulan both protested at the same time.
For some reason, Mu Heng’s heart tightened as well.
Before, whenever divorce was mentioned, Tang Jin would cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide.
Now that she suddenly proposed it so calmly, he didn’t feel as eager anymore.
“Sister-in-law, how can you divorce? Mu Heng may be like a block of wood and doesn’t know how to romance, but he’s definitely a good man. I guarantee it with my character.”
After saying that, Xiang Dong glared at Mu Heng.
You sly, reserved bastard—why pretend to be such a straight-laced man?
If your wife runs away, you’ll regret it.
Xiang Dong had completely switched sides.
Before, he had supported Mu Heng divorcing Tang Jin because she caused too much trouble and had offended everyone in the compound. He thought she wasn’t worthy of his friend.
But now Tang Jin had changed.
She was beautiful, cultured, and could earn money.
Most importantly—her cooking was incredible.
When looking for a wife, shouldn’t you find one who could cook?
And he was definitely a hardcore foodie.
“Tang Jin, Battalion Commander Mu is handsome, disciplined, and already a battalion commander at such a young age. His future is limitless. How can you divorce him? Besides, isn’t it shameful for a woman to divorce?”
Wu Xiulan was anxious on Tang Jin’s behalf.
Before, Mu Heng wanted a divorce and she made a huge scene.
Now it was the opposite—she was the one bringing it up.
Was she out of her mind?
She looked so smart, yet this decision made Wu Xiulan panic.