My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 34 Pretending to be my wife

On a weekend morning, Lu Yuan wanted to sleep in a little longer, but he was eventually woken up by the loud gongs and drums.

As I yawned and entered the living room, I saw Chen Xiaomiao leaning over the French windows of the balcony, peeking out with great interest.

On the table was a bowl of steaming millet porridge, a dish of pickled cucumbers, and a boiled egg.

"Come so early?"

Lu Yuan picked up the bowl of porridge and went to the window, standing next to Chen Xiaomiao.

Downstairs on the main road of the residential area, a row of luxury cars with big red "double happiness" characters pasted on them were neatly lined up, and the front of the cars was decorated with pink and white flowers.

The groom, Zheng Zhifeng, dressed in a sharp suit with a red flower pinned to his chest, smiled broadly as he handed out cigarettes to the relatives and friends who had helped out, surrounded by his groomsmen.

"Tsk tsk tsk, quite a grand display."

Lu Yuan slurped up a mouthful of porridge and offered his opinion.

Chen Xiaomiao stared intently downstairs: "Lu Yuan, look at that groom, isn't his smile... a little forced?"

Zheng Zhifeng's lips were stretched wide and his eyes were curved, but the smile seemed to float on oil and not sink into his eyes.

Especially when the groomsmen were jeering and shoving, the weariness and helplessness that flashed across his eyes did not escape Chen Xiaomiao's notice.

"Well, a little bit."

Lu Yuan swallowed the porridge in his mouth: "I guess he's tired. Getting married is a lot of work."

Chen Xiaomiao sighed and said with emotion, "Back then, life was tough, but whenever a farmer got married, the groom would walk with a wide grin, his joy radiating from his very bones!"

You people have no worries about food and clothing these days, and this groom seems to be a wealthy man, so why is he making such a fuss over his wedding like he's suffered a disaster... Is this how people are these days?

"Not necessarily, it depends on the person."

"Then... what about you? If you get married in the future, will you also find it tiring?"

"me?"

Lu Yuan finished the porridge in his bowl in one gulp, deliberately dragging out his words: "It's hard to say... but at least I don't need you to help me save up that little bit of money for my wife."

Chen Xiaomiao's face flushed red as she recalled her bold statement yesterday that she would save up money for Lu Yuan's future wife, only to have it shattered by Lu Yuan on the spot.

According to Lu Yuan, even if she wrote calligraphy for Boss Dong for ten years without eating or drinking, she still wouldn't save enough money to get married now.

Embarrassed, Chen Xiaomiao buried her face in her arms and mumbled, "I...I'm just afraid of being a bachelor forever..."

Lu Yuan's heart stirred slightly, and he blurted out as if possessed: "If you're worried that I'll remain a bachelor, you might as well be my wife yourself, it'll save you trouble."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Chen Xiaomiao suddenly raised her head, her pretty face flushed red, and her pair of watery, foxy eyes widened in surprise.

"No! No! I can't ruin you! You have to find a decent, well-matched girl to marry, I...I..."

As she spoke, Chen Xiaomiao's voice grew softer and softer until it finally fell silent.

She already understands that the world nowadays mandates monogamy and prohibits "concubinage".

If I keep following Lu Yuan, I'm afraid I won't even get a proper title.

A louder commotion came from downstairs. Zheng Zhifeng carried his bride, Gao Rong, downstairs and out the door. Amid cheers and confetti, the two got into the lead car.

The convoy slowly started moving, leaving the residential area and heading towards what Lu Yuan saw as a doomed, tragic grave for his marriage...

I looked away, the subtle atmosphere from before hadn't completely dissipated.

Chen Xiaomiao cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound normal: "Lu Yuan, what do you want to eat today? I'll go buy the groceries."

"Oh, no need to bother." Lu Yuan placed the empty bowl on the table. "I won't be eating at home tonight." "Where are you going tonight?"

"There's a class reunion."

Since he was working for Zhao Qiang, Lu Yuan had to give Hong Kai face and show his face.

"classmate reunion?"

Chen Xiaomiao thought of Song Jia, who was efficient and straightforward, and her expression turned strange: "Are you going to see your old flame?"

Lu Yuan said helplessly, "Didn't I tell you? Song Jia and I are just ordinary classmates."

Chen Xiaomiao pouted and muttered under her breath, "It doesn't matter if they're old flames, that girl looks like a decent, good girl, much better than the one upstairs..."

Lu Yuan was amused by her roundabout way of speaking and simply said, "If you're worried, come with me. That way you won't be worrying about it at home."

"Can I go too?"

"Go ahead, just say you're my wife."

"No! No! Absolutely no!"

Chen Xiaomiao instantly bristled, reacting even more violently than before.

Lu Yuan found it amusing, but deliberately put on a slump and sighed, "Tonight is a class reunion. Everyone else is bringing their families, with wives, kids, and warm beds, while I'm all alone. It's embarrassing just thinking about it..."

Chen Xiaomiao, can you really bear to see me unable to hold my head up in front of my classmates?

Lu Yuan's moral blackmail precisely struck at Chen Xiaomiao's sensitive nerve regarding "gratitude."

To embarrass Lu Yuan?
It's even worse than letting her go hungry!

"But...but I..."

"It's just an act, I'm not really asking you to be my wife."

“What?”

"Yes, yes, let's lie to them and come back after dinner."

Faced with Lu Yuan's "moral blackmail," Chen Xiaomiao was powerless to resist and finally surrendered.

"That kind of..."

"Don't worry, it's just for tonight. You don't need to pretend anymore."

Seeing that Chen Xiaomiao agreed, Lu Yuan then looked her up and down.

The girl was still wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, which were clean but too plain and ordinary.

"Also, you need to dress more presentably."

Lu Yuan clapped his hands: "It's still early, let's get you all dressed up."

"Get ready?" Chen Xiaomiao looked blank. "Get ready for what?"

"I need to buy some new clothes!"

Lu Yuan said matter-of-factly, "Look at you dressed like that. If you go out to eat with me, people will see you and say, 'Hey Lu Yuan, why is your 'wife' dressed like a maid?' Where will I put my face?"

Chen Xiaomiao looked down at herself and completely lost her temper: "I'll listen to you, but I don't want anything flashy. Can you make it simpler?"

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

In high spirits, Lu Yuan grabbed his car keys: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)