strictlysupreme Chapter 365 He Lingfei, the Thick-skinned
Chapter 365 He Lingfei, the Thick-skinned
He Lingfei went straight to the cosmetics shop as soon as she left the house. She didn't believe that if she made herself look even prettier, Wen Zijin wouldn't give her a second glance.
Once inside the shop, she pointed to the expensive items and picked up several of the newly launched lipsticks.
When it was time to pay, the shopkeeper's abacus was spinning rapidly, and he was secretly pleased that this was the first big order of the day.
After leaving the shop and looking at the items in her hand, He Lingfei suddenly felt a little regretful.
Such a small item is only worth five taels of silver?
But it happens to be the hottest topic among girls right now, and she can't live without it.
Despite her heartache, she hurried back, thinking that she could finish her makeup and make it back in time for Wen Zijin.
When He's mother saw that she had returned with things in her arms, she knew that she had gone out and squandered money again, and she gave her a good scolding:
"Go ahead and squander your dead father's money! You're such a spendthrift!"
Aside from scolding her, He Lingfei was completely helpless. He's father had been lucky these past few days, winning a lot of money at the casino.
When others were in a good mood, they would casually give He Lingfei some money as pocket money, but she, as the old woman, didn't get a single penny.
He Lingfei was also an unfilial child; she squandered all the money she had without giving any to her old mother.
Hearing her scolding her, He Lingfei, who had already reached the door, turned around, her eyebrows furrowed. "If you're not going to squander money, then go ask my father for some! Don't bother me."
After she finished speaking, she slammed the door shut with a bang. He's mother stood in the yard, hands on her hips, and began to berate her:
"I wasted my life giving birth to you, you wretched girl! I should have used you to pay off my debts!"
When He Lingfei was young, her father once owed several hundred taels of silver in gambling debts that he couldn't repay.
When the creditor came to the door and saw that He Lingfei was very well-behaved, he said he would take her back to be his son's child bride. She refused to do so and had to sell her place to pay off the debt.
She's grown up and doesn't remember her mother at all; isn't she just an ingrate?!
She was cursing in the yard, which woke up Wu Yazi, who was resting in the neighboring yard, and he was extremely annoyed.
Even though there's a wall between them, why is the sound still so loud?
He was extremely frustrated; he couldn't believe there was anyone in the world with such a loud voice.
He Lingfei applied makeup for quite a while in the room, but she found these supposedly amazing products to be really difficult to use.
For example, the stuff she's holding now—she poured too much of it and couldn't pour it back, so she felt it was a waste and simply smeared it all over her face, making her look as white as a ghost. Then she washed it off and started over.
For example, these false eyelashes; she felt like she had to poke her eyes out before they were put on.
And this thing called lipstick, it breaks if she applies even a little force.
Two of them have already broken, and she only bought three in total!
She had already given up trying to figure it out, but then she remembered Wen Zijin, this juicy piece of meat, and resigned herself to sitting down and patiently continuing to draw.
Mrs. He had no idea what her daughter had been fiddling with inside for so long. She glanced at the bowls on the table, muttered curses, and started cleaning up again.
Finally, He Lingfei came out. She opened her mouth but couldn't even see her face before she saw her run out with light steps.
"Just like your deadbeat father! Never home all the time!"
She cursed at He Lingfei's retreating figure for a couple of seconds, then plopped down and started eating her sunflower seeds.
Yan Che finally understood what Wen Zijin had asked him to read today, and after going through it with Wen Zijin several times, he finally passed the test.
It was getting late, and the waiters in the restaurant would probably bring up the food soon; it wouldn't be good for them to come up and disturb us earlier.
Thinking that Wu Yazi was still at home, Wen Zijin ate a little to fill her stomach, packed some food, and rushed back.
He hadn't gone halfway when he saw the person he least wanted to see, and his hand holding the basket tightened slightly.
He turned his head away, praying that He Lingfei wouldn't recognize him when she passed by. Little did he know that He Lingfei had come specifically for him, and even if she didn't recognize anyone else, she would recognize him.
"Zijin, are you going home?"
As soon as He Lingfei saw him, she ran a few steps and rushed over happily, while Wen Zijin, expressionless, quickly took a few steps back.
He moved a few steps to the side, and He Lingfei followed suit, intending to block his way.
"Miss He, you're blocking my way, please move aside."
Wen Zijin didn't even give her a second glance, and her words carried a hint of impatience.
The more he acted this way, the more interested He Lingfei became. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wen Zijin's hand, saying, "I'm here to pick you up. Let's go back together."
She smiled, and the bright red lipstick on her lips made it look like she had opened her gaping maw.
Wen Zijin avoided her like the plague and quickly shook her off. When she looked up and saw her face, her pupils contracted in fright.
How can I describe the face in front of me?
He thought about it and realized it looked a lot like the clown makeup Wen Luozhi wore for Jiang Zhaochuan's birthday.
Seeing that he finally deigned to look at her, He Lingfei was extremely pleased. Many people had looked at her on the way here, they must have thought she was beautiful.
However, she pouted unhappily when she saw her empty hands.
"Miss He, you should find a place to wash your face first, so as not to frighten passersby when it gets dark."
He Lingfei was stunned. She raised her hand to touch her face and hurriedly reached into her sleeve to take out the small mirror she always carried with her.
Taking advantage of the gap, Wen Zijin walked past her quickly, and by the time she finally found the mirror, the man in front of her was gone.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
She turned around and hurried after him. When Wen Zijin heard the footsteps behind her, she wished she had two more legs.
Upon reaching the courtyard gate, he quickly pushed it open, went inside, and then closed it. Wu Yazi, unaware of what had happened, casually asked, "What's wrong, disciple? Is a dog chasing you?"
Wen Zijing put down the basket in her hand and shook her head slightly, her voice revealing exhaustion, "Master, let's move as soon as possible."
As soon as he said that, Wu Ya Zi knew what had happened. He patted him on the shoulder reassuringly and nodded.
Not to mention Wen Zijin, the person in question, even he, as her master, was driven crazy by her annoyance.
He had spoken to the girl next door earlier, but she still persisted in pursuing him relentlessly.
He was worried that this would affect his apprentice's studies! Look at the state of things now! He can't even go out in peace.
He Lingfei stomped her feet in anger as she looked at the tightly closed courtyard gate. She had almost wiped off her lipstick, and now her lips were still red all over.
She defiantly stepped into her own yard. Hearing the sound, her mother looked over and, upon seeing her, was so startled that her voice cracked:
"Holy crap! This is a ghost!"
She hurriedly reached for something to defend herself, but He Lingfei stopped her:
"Mother! It's me! What are you yelling about?!"
He Lingfei rolled her eyes at her, and at that moment her stomach started growling.
She sat down at the table, picked up her bowl, and started eating. Finally, her mother saw her face clearly and slapped her hard on the back.
"Good heavens, you little thing! How did you get it like this? You scared your mother to death!"
She patted her chest, still shaken; her heart had really jumped into her throat.