An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 157: Be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years

Liu Xiu'e escorted Meng Youyou all the way to the village entrance, and only returned the way she came after watching her board the farm bus.

As soon as he entered, Chu Yaozu rushed over anxiously, crying out, "Mother, what are we going to do?"

Chu Yaozu was driven to desperation by Chen Biao and resorted to this desperate measure. He was driven by wickedness and did not take into account the troublesome nature of Chu Yao's workplace.

Liu Xiue plopped down on the elm stool, poured herself a cup of hot water, drank it straight from her mouth, and then "pfft," vomited it all up.

Water splashed all over the table, but of course, it was nothing compared to the spray that landed on Chu Yaozu's head.

Normally, Chu Yaozu would have already lost his temper, a typical bully at home. Today, however, he just patiently wiped his face with his sleeve and continued to stare longingly at his mother, as if she were his lifeline.

Liu Xiue spat twice, "Ptooey—Ptooey—It's scalding hot," then wiped her mouth. "Let's deal with this first. Your sister is soft-hearted. Anyway, the deed is done, so there's no use in her making a fuss. I've raised her for so many years, she wouldn't go so far as to send her father, mother, and brother to jail herself."

If all else fails when you go to her, kneel down and beg her while you cry, she might just agree to write up that leave extension application.

……

Around noon, the first floor of the Cuizhu Teahouse was bustling with activity.

The quaint courtyard was packed, with tea drinkers sipping their fragrant tea while immersing themselves in the passionate storytelling coming from the stage.

The air was filled with a rich aroma of tea.

At that moment, a man in a black overcoat stepped into the teahouse. He wore a black top hat with the wide brim pulled down slightly, obscuring most of his face, the lower half of which was covered with a thick, unkempt beard.

A navy blue scarf was loosely wrapped around his neck. The soles of his leather boots collided with the wooden stairs, making a dull thud that was barely noticeable in the noisy background and was quickly drowned out.

The man went up to the second floor, walked to the private room at the end of the corridor, and pushed open the carved wooden door. The hinges made a soft "creak".

Inside, sunlight streamed freely through the open windows, illuminating the mahogany tables and chairs, the ceramic tea sets, and making the ink paintings on the walls appear even more vivid.

The man entered the private room and quickly scanned the room; it was empty.

The other party has not arrived yet.

He chose a chair by the window and slowly sat down, turning slightly to the side. His eyes inadvertently drifted through the window, aimlessly wandering, and lingered briefly on a closed blue window of the building across the street, a fleeting, almost imperceptible focus flashing in his eyes.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he casually looked away and gazed at the bustling crowd on the street.

The man then picked up the metal pipe on the table and gently stroked it, his movements practiced and leisurely, as if he were just an ordinary tea drinker immersed in the aroma of tea and his thoughts.

A waiter knocked and came in to ask if they wanted to order. The man glanced casually at the bamboo-paper-style menu on the table and said in a low voice, "A pot of Longjing tea." "Sir, would you like anything else?"

"Not needed for now, we're waiting for someone."

The waiter collected the spread-out bamboo slips, left the private room, and closed the door again.

Fifteen minutes passed, and apart from the waiter coming in to bring tea, the door to the private room remained silent.

Lu Feng couldn't resist reaching out his index finger and carefully tapping the skin around his lips, inserting his fingertip into his beard and gently tapping it.

Huo Qingshan had gotten this hairstyle from who-knows-where, but the cheap glue made his skin increasingly itchy, and the beard was so prickly that it made his chin and neck very uncomfortable.

Lu Feng had every reason to suspect that he was settling a personal score and seeking revenge.

Despite the itchiness, the glue was actually very sticky. When Huo Qingshan was applying it for him, Lu Feng reminded him with trepidation, "Don't apply too much. This glue is so sticky, I'll have to peel off a layer of skin when I take it off."

To everyone's surprise, the man didn't even raise his eyelids, and just said in a cold tone, "So, Captain Lu wants to see his beard fall off in public because it wasn't glued on properly?"

Well, Lu Feng was speechless.

You can't afford to offend a petty person. Lu Feng knew that Huo Qingshan would not let him off easily. He had witnessed Huo Qingshan's pettiness firsthand, but now it was even worse than before.

A black sedan was parked in front of a state-run restaurant a dozen meters away from the Cuizhu Teahouse, with a few other shops interspersed in between.

A moment later, a man got out of the back seat and strode into the restaurant's main entrance without stopping, followed by two young men.

Huo Qingshan parted the curtains and watched the leading man's figure disappear through the hotel entrance, but his gaze did not leave.

A few minutes later, a man wearing a brown felt cap emerged from the back door of the restaurant.

He quickened his pace, glanced around to make sure no one was there, and then went inside the teahouse through the back door.

Two knocks sounded, and the door to the private room was finally knocked on again.

Lu Feng put down his teacup, turned to look at the door, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Huang Zhiqiang pushed open the door and entered. Without saying a word, the first thing he did after entering the private room was to go to the window and close it.

Seeing this, Lu Feng raised an eyebrow and slightly curled his lips: "So cautious?"

After closing the window, Huang Zhiqiang turned around, took off his cap, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "Better safe than sorry."