My Terrible Life in Those Years

"Huh??" Du Yan thought she had misheard.

I thought she heard me, but I couldn't quite believe it.

"Huh?" What time is it? You're still hoping he'll come back?

Is this woman incredibly stupid?

"What did you say? Just now? How do we deal with him??" Du Yan repeated.

"Otherwise what? You're not someone who hasn't figured this out yet, are you?"

I think she'll find out sooner or later, so I might as well just confront her while I'm in a bad mood today.

Du Yan was in a state of turmoil, and her face looked terrible.

Head down, clutching a small cushion tightly in her hand. If the cushion hadn't been of decent quality, I doubt it would have broken by now.

She couldn't utter a single word.

"Even if I didn't say it, you probably already guessed why he did this, right?"

Du Yan looked up and asked, "I just want to ask him, why is he so heartless?"

Damn, this little vixen is really stubborn to the extreme; she still wants to get to the bottom of things.

It's obvious they're bored and want to shift the blame!

Well, judging from her attitude, she won't give up until she gets to the bottom of this!

I thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you try calling him?"

Du Yan asked in surprise, "What?? Now??"

I was too lazy to argue, so I handed her the phone.

It's 3:15!

She handed it back to me!

"How about we play again tomorrow?"

"Forget tomorrow, let's do it today. Otherwise, how can you sleep?"

I don't want her to dwell on this issue any longer.

As a neighbor, do what you're supposed to do; the rest is up to you to figure out and solve yourself.

I, Taohuajiang and Tiebijiang, still have a bunch of troubling things I can't deal with!

I snatched the phone from her hand before she could crush it.

"Fine, I'll call for you. Once you get through, you can talk to him!"

Besides, Zhong Yang, that bastard, is so despicable and shameless, how could he possibly sleep peacefully?

Besides, it's not certain whether he'll sleep at home or not; he might be sleeping at the club!

The call went through, rang eight or nine times, and then was abruptly cut off.

I guess he saw that number again and reflexively dialed it.

Du Yan looked at me nervously.

I shrugged and said, "I'm hanging up, I'll call again!"

Hit again, it rings again, pinch again…

This was the third time the phone was finally answered.

The voice on the other end roared, "Who the hell are you? Calling me in the middle of the night to harass me? You think I won't call the police and have you arrested, you bastard?!"

I laughed. There are people this arrogant?

"You don't need to call. Or, I'll call it for you?"

Du Yan could hear his shrieking on the phone, and tears welled up in her eyes.

I turned on speakerphone.

He placed it on the table and listened to it with Du Yan.

Hearing my boastful words, he suddenly stopped talking for a moment.

"Did Du Yan tell you to hit her?" He realized what was going on.

"She's right next to me. She has a few questions for you!" I was too lazy to argue with him.

Du Yan was startled. Were we getting to the point so quickly?

Her mind was in turmoil, as if she hadn't decided what to say.

He paused for a moment.

"Xiaoyan, are you there?" He changed his tone, a tone that made me want to vomit.

Damn, it's such a waste that this guy isn't an actor.

"I'm here!"

Du Yan gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, poking and pulling it down with all her might.

Damn, these pajamas are already loose, girl, if you keep doing this, you're going to expose your private parts!

This is fatal for a single guy like me!

Girl, you need to be careful!

"Why aren't you resting in the middle of the night?" he asked, his tone softening.

"I... I just want to ask you, why did you treat me like this?"

Du Yan finally managed to ask the question, mustered up her courage, her face turned pale, and her clothes were torn down another bit.

"How...how have I treated you?" This shameless person actually has the nerve to ask a question back?

If we weren't on the phone, I would have kicked his manhood to pieces, so he'd never speak with confidence again.

"You said you would take good care of me, you told me to work hard and wait for you, you also said, you also told me not to worry..."

Her voice grew softer and weaker.

I wish I could transfer my soul to speak for her, but I can't.

Zhong Yang paused for a moment: "Why can't you understand? My wife is making a scene right now. We need to keep our distance during this period. My safety is my safety, otherwise, she'll cause more trouble. If she comes after you again, the trouble will be even greater!"

"And don't call me in the middle of the night! I was sleeping soundly, and you woke me up. If you wake her up too..."

Before he could finish speaking, a voice rang out: "Brother Chung, you can go on stage now. Number 88 is ready!"

I:……

Du Yan: ...

Zhong Yang: ...

There was a brief flurry of activity on the other side before things quieted down.

"Du Yan, let's talk about it another time. I'm going to sleep now; I have to go to work tomorrow!"

I blurted out into the phone, "Is the wife you're talking about that foot massage lady?"

I can totally imagine his expression when I exposed his lie. It's just that he's not in front of me right now, otherwise I could see his incredibly expressive face and his performance!

I'd like to see how he reacts this time!

Du Yan's face was completely pale.

Her top had already been pulled down to halfway up her chest.

My God, I dared not look anymore, nor could I help her straighten her clothes.

In the middle of the night, a lone man and a lone woman...

I mentally slapped myself. What time is it? My train of thought has gone astray again.

He paused for a moment on the phone.

Then, enraged, he yelled, "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? My wife is my wife, not some foot masseuse! Let me tell you, what are you doing in Xiaoyan's room in the middle of the night? Get out of here right now!"

This time I was speechless. Damn, this ability to turn the tables is quite impressive.

The questions they asked me directly avoided the crux of the matter, allowing me to launch a counterattack.

A veteran? I give him a thumbs up.

At that point, I couldn't be bothered to care about anything else.

"I'm talking about that foot-washing lady in the square that day, the one who played your wife! Did you hear me? That old, ugly lady who helped you deceive Du Yan!!"

I yelled back, "Damn it, you shameless person, or rather, you have so many layers of skin, I'll peel them off one by one to see how many layers you have!"

I'm wondering what method he'll use to deal with this time?

Then, he said seriously, "Hey, hey, can you hear me? What did you just say?? I can't hear you, the signal is bad, I'm hanging up!"

The dial tone sounded, and damn it, he hung up.

Is the signal bad, and you're just hanging up?

Why didn't I think of this method?

That's a great idea!

Du Yan's expression at this moment was quite bad.

"You...you're telling the truth? That woman who came that day, wasn't his wife? He hired her to lie to me?"

Damn it, things have come to this point, I can't cover it up anymore, and I don't have the shamelessness that Zhong Yang has.

"Yes, they talked for a while after they went out, and I overheard them!"

The tears in Du Yan's eyes finally fell!