Gunpowder Grey

  In the past few days, Ba Wang has been staying at home, men and women in one room, lying on a bed, naturally less likely to have a relationship. We've done many things, but Ba Wang can always think of new ways to make trouble. I clearly feel that Ba Wang's patience is getting worse and worse. Before, he would still say a few words to me, but now he doesn't speak at all after we're done, his expression makes me want to disappear from his sight immediately. It really proves the saying: one dish eaten too many times will become distasteful, men are all the same.

  In just a few days, he will drive me out and I am also planning what to do next.

  Chen Sang was discharged from the hospital ahead of time. His mother had made a big basket, and he had to clean it up. After I went to pick Chen Sang up from the hospital, I returned to Xiaobailou. As soon as I was about to go upstairs, I saw Bawang standing on the stairs, looking down at me with an overbearing attitude.

  I stood still, letting him go first. The overlord didn't even look at me and instructed the middle-aged woman to drive. Although I didn't want to bother with him, I still stepped forward and handed him his briefcase. He took it and turned around to leave without saying a word.

  I'm the only one left in the house, and according to my previous nature, I would have definitely run away with my legs. But Chen Sang's words reminded me that it's best to go with the flow, so I turned on the TV and watched TV. I'm not a refined person, I specifically choose those tacky idol dramas, watching the male and female leads die for love.

  I'm actually a person who no longer believes in love. In this city, there must be many people with the same idea as me. They have someone by their side, but the two of them are just satisfying physical needs and alleviating the loneliness at night.

  At eight o'clock, neither the tyrant nor the middle-aged woman had returned. Normally, the middle-aged woman would have already prepared dinner by now, but I was alone and had to fend for myself. I opened the refrigerator and randomly took out some ingredients to make a bowl of noodles.

  The big house was all by myself, and the decoration of the house was that cold and icy style. I think normal people would have a lot of wild thoughts, at least I would think of those bloody scenes. I picked up my phone and called Chen Sang, the first sentence was to ask Chen Sang to talk with me.

  She said she was busy and hung up my call. So I called Lu Yishu, but the object of my complaint became Lu Yishu. She choked with sobs and said, "Xiao Wen Jie, what should I do? I can't stand that there are other women on his body. I know my identity, he has a fiancée, but I'm jealous."

  She cried on the other end of the phone, saying she couldn't take it. He was by her side last night, but now he's lying next to another woman. She also told Mingming that she knew she had no right to be jealous, but she couldn't control herself.

  I can understand Lu Yishu, but her heartache is unbearable for me. I can only advise her to be more open-minded, after all, Shi Xiu and his fiancée are not married yet! She's already like that, if they were really married, she would probably suffer even more. Since she has decided to be Shi Xiu's mistress, she should learn to play the role of a mistress well and not think about things that don't belong to her.

  I'm not a woman with strong moral principles, so I couldn't advise Lu Yishu to leave Shi Xiu. If Lu Yishu didn't become Shi Xiu's mistress, how would her brother's medical expenses be paid? And could Lu Yishu still go back to being a normal university student? It's impossible! Those grandiose words, who can't say them, but how many people actually do them?

  I chatted with Lu Yishu for two hours straight until our phones were burning hot before we finally hung up.

  It wasn't long before I found myself in a situation similar to that of Lu Yishu. The Overlord returned a bit late, and I was having an appointment with Duke Zhou. As soon as the Overlord arrived, he lifted my quilt and forcibly woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw his dissatisfied expression, and he pulled my arm, forcing me to get out of bed and serve him.

  I smelled the scent of wine on him, and a subtle, feminine fragrance that was uniquely perfumy. I knew another woman who had this scent - Crimson. Looks like he just came back from her place.

  I think if I were Lu Yishu, I would probably burst into tears, but I'm not Lu Yishu. I know my own weight and don't hope for unrealistic things. Do I love? I myself don't even understand what love is. Ba Wang is probably more miserable than me.

  He might have drunk too much tonight, and he even took the initiative to ask me what I'm doing tonight. Besides watching TV and eating, what can I do? He pointed at the money in the drawer and asked why I didn't take it out to spend. Oh my god! I also need to go to places where I can spend money, right? Every time I go out, I'm being watched closely. Even if I want to go shopping, I don't have the mood for it anymore.

  Tonight he had a lot more to say, sitting on the edge of the bed chatting with me, asking if I knew what Shixiu asked when she rushed back to Kyoto. Their circle is so deep, what do they want to do.

  I found out that he likes to ask some useless questions, which I couldn't answer at all. Until I shook my head, he told me that the marriage between Shi Xiu and Sun's family might be off. In recent years, Sun's family has become more and more powerful, and Shi Xiu's family can no longer compare. If it weren't for Sun's treasured daughter insisting on marrying Shi Xiu, plus the two families being related by blood, their marriage would have been called off long ago.

  I don't understand why he had to tell me this, and then he patted my face and said, "You'd better keep that girl in line, the precious daughter of the Sun family is quite stubborn. If something really happens, Shixiu won't be able to protect her."

  The overlord's words left me stunned, he actually reminded us that I didn't believe him, he would mention this to me out of the blue. I stared at him and blurted out, "You don't want any problems with the marriage between our two families, do you?"

  The tyrant turned his head and stared at me with piercing eyes, making me feel uncomfortable. He leaned over and patted my cheek, telling me that he really didn't want to, but our weight couldn't change anything.

  But isn't it still fluctuating? I don't believe any infatuated woman would tolerate her man having another woman in his heart. That's why Ba Wang asked me to bring the message to Lu Yishu.

  I have many definitions for Ba Wang, and I no longer think he's a carefree young master. It's hard to say whether he's hiding his true self or not pretending at all, but people are confused by his flashy appearance. After being with him for a long time, you slowly discover that he's astute, wise, and even a bit sharp to the point of being scary.

  The overlord praised me, saying I'm not as stupid as he thought. But even his praise sounds like an insult. I'd rather he didn't praise me at all.

  His hand suddenly pinched my cheek with force, his tone was unpleasant, he said Lu Xiaowen, you only know how to pretend to be a well-behaved little white rabbit on the surface, but in your heart, you're full of curses towards me. If you want to pretend, don't pretend so poorly that others can see through it at a glance?

  As soon as he spoke, I was so scared that I didn't dare move. He lifted the quilt and covered himself, cursing that it was really useless. After a while, he turned over and kicked my foot, telling me to get out of bed.

  I got up gloomily, and he picked up my pillow with a particularly arrogant attitude, buried his head under the pillow, and occupied the floor I had just been on.

  I'm speechless, I've always rested in this room, he kicked me out and told me to go sleep somewhere else? Although the small white building looks big, there are only two rooms with beds, the others are just decorations. The other room is occupied by a middle-aged woman, I couldn't possibly squeeze in and ask the middle-aged woman to sleep with me!

  My grandfather, I'm so pathetic as a mistress! Others make money by driving and owning houses, but I'm just freeloading, not even having a bed to sleep in, it's too miserable!

  I knew he didn't want to see himself, so I could only obediently walk out of the bedroom and head downstairs. Fortunately, there was a blanket on the sofa, so I wouldn't freeze to death tonight. I wrapped the blanket tightly around myself, but it's still cold! I woke up several times in the middle of the night.

  The next day, as expected, I caught a cold and then had a low fever. According to the romantic TV drama plot, even if the male lead is an iceberg, he will show his rare gentle side, but I'm just a cannon fodder, how can there be a scene where the overbearing president gently feeds me medicine and cooks porridge for me?

  He watched me eating and coughing, with a runny nose. He scrunched up his face, extremely unwilling to face me. I let out a sneeze, and the water splashed onto the braised beef. He couldn't take it anymore, pointing at the sofa and yelling at me to get lost.

  I nodded and replied okay, pitifully holding my rice bowl and moving to the sofa. Before I left, I let out another sneeze, with a lot of nasal mucus flying onto his face. He slammed down his bowl, pulled out tissues to wipe his face, got up from his seat in anger, eyes wide open staring at me, as if he wanted to strangle me to death the next second.

  He slammed his hand on the table and yelled at me to get out, to scram right away. After that, he quickly walked towards the restroom.

  I looked at the bowl of rice in my hand and secretly put it down, because even I couldn't swallow it.

  The overlord received a phone call and went out. Before leaving, he deliberately took a glance at me shrinking on the sofa. He asked the middle-aged woman to take me running every morning. He had long been dissatisfied with my physique. I wouldn't be self-deceived into thinking that he did it for my physique. It was nothing more than his dissatisfaction with my performance in bed.