Chapter 85 Going to get her hair done

Li Lu returned to her small house in the alley.

The young couple used to own a Western-style house, but Mao Ziming pawned it to smoke opium, so they had to move back to this dilapidated and cramped old house.

Before entering the house.

She glanced around furtively to make sure no one was watching, then quietly buried the money in a nearby flowerpot.

This was taught by Wang Xuesen.

One shouldn't be too honest, otherwise Mao Ziming would surely steal all this money.

Li Lu is not complicated.

She only knew that sincerity begets sincerity, but Mao Ziming didn't treat her like a human being, while Xue Sen treated her like his first love.

Now that she had given her body and soul to Xuesen, she had completely given up hope and despair of the good-for-nothing bastard at home.

This is also where women differ from men.

When a man gets ruthless, it's nothing more than giving someone a beating or physically eliminating them. But if those thoughts come up occasionally, he might reminisce, seek them out, and say some sweet words, shedding a few crocodile tears.

Once a woman gives up hope...

Everything this man does is wrong and disgusting. Even if she flatters him physically, she has completely purified him into nothingness on a spiritual level.

In Li Lu's eyes, Mao Ziming is now just a "deceased husband," air, and a dead man.

creak.

She opened the door.

Mao Ziming was drinking with pig's head meat, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment, like a vengeful ghost emerging from a battlefield.

He had a bad day; he lost all his salary he just received.

Sure enough, she even made an excuse to refuse Ding Zijun's invitation that evening.

There was no way around it; going out with the Ding brothers meant emptying my pockets.

He really has run out of rice.

"Xiao Lu, where did you go?" Mao Ziming hiccuped and asked coldly.

"Where else can I go? To get my hair done." Li Lu walked to the small dressing table and took off her earrings in front of the mirror.

Seeing that she looked incredibly flirtatious and a bit off, Mao Ziming put down his chopsticks, leaned over, and frowned, asking, "Where did you get your hair done?"

"Mrs. Okamura's family hired a stylist specifically for them," Li Lu replied dismissively, her gaze fixed only on her beautiful reflection in the mirror.

I increasingly feel that I was blind to have followed such a beast who indulges in drinking, gambling, and whoring.

"Besides you, who else could it be?" Mao Ziming asked suspiciously.

"Su Wanjia".

"Wang Xuesen's wife."

Li Ludao.

Wang Xuesen?

Mao Ziming's heart skipped a beat; that guy was a notorious playboy.

"There's something off about you today."

"This is the latest style of cheongsam."

"I've switched to American-made bags and high heels too."

"All designer brands."

"That must have cost a lot of money."

He circled around Li Lu, and the more he looked at her, the more something seemed off.

As he spoke, he snatched Li Lu's bag and quickly checked it. Inside were several dozen US dollars and a small yellow croaker.

"US dollars!"

"Where did the US dollars come from? Where did you get the money? Tell me!"

Mao Ziming gave a cruel smile like a jackal and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"Mind your own business, give me back my bag." Li Lu reached out to grab it.

This was the first gift Xuesen gave her upon their meeting.

"So eager? I've never seen anything this precious when I gave you gifts before," Mao Ziming said with a sneer, tossing the bag behind him.

"Whoosh!"

"What's that taste in your mouth?" He sniffed and smelled an odor that shouldn't be there.

"Durian."

"I ate durian!" Li Lu argued.

Mao Ziming's pupils widened little by little, his face contorted with a ferocious rage like a demon's. He suddenly grabbed Li Lu's hand, his gaze fixed on the white jade bracelet.

There was clearly a black curly hair on the bracelet.

Mao Ziming is well-versed in.

But it was definitely not his own, because he had contracted syphilis some time ago and had cut it open to facilitate treatment.

A surge of intense anger welled up inside him, and his expression became increasingly distorted.

Then, he leaned close to Li Lu's hair and smelled it.

Yes, it's that damn smell of men.

"cheap "You've been complaining of aches and pains all the time, and for over half a year you haven't let me touch you, and yet you've been cheating on me with other women behind my back?"

"Holy shit!"

Enraged, Mao Ziming slapped Li Lu across the face.

Ah!

Li Lu screamed and fell to the ground.

"explain!"

"Did you go out and sell yourself?"

"Yes or no!"

Mao Ziming grabbed her hair and roared furiously at her face.

Despite the pain, Li Lu's eyes were incredibly firm and fearless: "That's right, I went to sell myself."

"If I don't sell, who will support me?"

"Do you think we can rely on a good-for-nothing like you, a gambling addict who's gambled away the family fortune?"

As she spoke, she turned her head away and gave a cold, sarcastic laugh.

"cheap , !

"You think you can turn the world upside down? I'll kill you!"

The thought of his gentle and beautiful wife being pinned down by another man filled Mao Ziming with humiliation and pain, making him furious.

He pushed Li Lu down onto the dressing table and unbuckled his belt, ready to "teach her a lesson."

However, it was all in vain.

His body had long been hollowed out by opium and alcohol.

Li Lu glanced at him and sneered, "Look at you, so pathetic. Don't you think you look like a dog?"

"Opium smoking, syphilis."

"You may look all dressed up and respectable in a suit and tie on the outside, but in reality, you're just a useless piece of trash who can't even handle this simple thing."

"you!"

"I'll beat you to death!" Mao Ziming completely lost his temper, roared and grabbed his belt to beat her repeatedly.

Li Lu remained motionless, staring intently at him as he whipped her.

Mao Ziming was frightened by the coldness and determination in her eyes. He threw away his belt, pointed at Li Lu, and was so angry that he trembled all over but could not say a word.

"Are you done playing?"

"Continue if you haven't finished playing."

"I'm leaving now that I'm done."

Li Lu took out foundation and covered the slap mark on her face, her tone chillingly indifferent.

"Xiao Lu, where are you going?" Mao Ziming was a little flustered.

Follow the pen of "Talking Money" and embark on an adventure in "Spy Code: Shen Gongbao".

In the past, Li Lu had run away from home because she disliked him for going to brothels and refusing to sleep in the same bed with him. She was beaten so badly that she couldn't stand it anymore. But she always left crying and in fear, and she always had to go home sooner or later.

However, now, this woman exudes a chilling aura colder than ice, which terrifies Mao Ziming.

He had a bad feeling.

Li Lu couldn't be kept.

"Where else can we go?"

"Get your hair done."

"Make money!"

"What can I do? You're too poor. Do you expect me to spend my whole life fixated on a good-for-nothing like you?"

"hehe!"

"I'm not ashamed as you, carrying a box of imported cigarettes that contains three cannons."

Li Lu didn't even bother to look at him. She picked up her bag, swayed her hips, and walked gracefully toward the door.

Being beaten is being beaten.

let's hit.

Anyway, I've given up hope. After this beating, I don't have many more chances.

She hadn't forgotten Xue Sen's mission: to infuriate that bastard; that was the true path to liberation.

"Xiao Lu".

"Lulu... wait a minute, let's sit down and talk this over, okay?"

Looking at her graceful figure, Mao Ziming felt both pain and unease.

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you going to talk about how I serve other men?"

"Oh, we can talk."

"We'll talk again when you've made enough money and I can live a life of luxury like Su Wanjia."

Li Lu turned around and smiled sweetly, then walked away in her high heels, clicking away.

"you!"

Mao Ziming was so angry he almost vomited blood, and his vision blurred. By the time he came to his senses and tried to stop her, Li Lu was already far away.

"You bitch!"

"Money, money, money!"

"I'm the chief secretary of No. 76, I have plenty of ways to make money."

"It's just money, right? I can earn that too!"

"I'll bury you alive with money sooner or later!"

Mao Ziming's pride was shattered, and he cursed through gritted teeth.

……

Wang Xuesen drove home.

I passed a fruit shop and bought a red pomelo. I rubbed the peel all over my body and then smoked several cigarettes in the car to get rid of the perfume smell.

back home.

Wanjia and Xiaomin are chatting.

"Why are you back so late? Did Lulu go home?" Su Wanjia asked.

"Oh, I just gave her a ride. She got off halfway because she had something to do, and I went to pay off my loan from Sihai Money Exchange."

"I also bought you both a pomelo."

Wang Xuesen placed the peeled pomelo on the table: "You guys chat, I'm going to take a shower. That place is a mixed bag and I'm covered in the smell of smoke."

"Okay, go quickly." Wanjia didn't doubt it.

"Madam, the master is so good to you. He even peeled the pomelos for you when he bought them," Xiaomin said with a smile.

Su Wanjia said with a sweet and happy expression, "When he's in a good mood, he's incredibly kind to people, but when he's in a bad mood, humph, he doesn't treat people like human beings at all."

"He's got a lot of bad intentions and a ton of tricks up his sleeve."

"It's just a hassle."

"What, how do you torment people?" Xiaomin asked curiously.

"I won't tell you. You'll find out when you get married." Su Wanjia smiled and ate a pomelo with her delicate fingers.

Yes, it's no wonder my husband bought it; it's full of love.

This pomelo is so sweet!

So beautiful!

night.

Su Wanjia got into bed and started her usual routine of urging for food.

Wanjia has been asking for things frequently lately. Wang Xuesen had already used up all his ammunition with Li Lu, and he's not made of iron. He's in a sage's mood right now and has no time to deal with her.

He kicked her off the bed and she fell fast asleep wrapped in a thin blanket.

Su Wanjia was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.

I'm so angry!

The next morning, feeling guilty, Wang Xuesen, now fully recovered, quickly gave Wanjia a good meal.

"Xuesen, why don't you take the morning off and stay home with me?" Wanjia was clearly not satisfied, and she hugged him and whined sweetly.

"Can you please not be so addicted?"

"Playing with things that distract you from your studies, don't you know that?"

Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes and slapped her hard on her shapely buttocks.

"what!"

"You're the one who started it all. Besides, some people said back then that it would be abnormal not to have an addiction at this age."

"Now that it's normal, you're still not satisfied."

"You're like an angel, you always think you're right."

Wanjia pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Look at you, you're glowing all day long. You're practically draining me dry. Don't be so ungrateful."

"Oh, right, I'm going to the Xu mansion to play cards with Li Moli today."

"I need to hear from Hangzhou soon. I'll bring her home tonight and get this done as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, Mao Sen might not be able to make it through."

"The Japanese devils are inhuman."

Wang Xuesen gave her a comforting kiss and got out of bed.

Wanjia also got down from the ground, dressed him, tied his tie, and accompanied him downstairs for a meal.

"Waiting for your good news."

Once outside, the two kissed goodbye, and Wang Xuesen got into his car and sped away.

Damn it.

He somewhat understood why Xu Pucheng was staying in Hangzhou and refusing to return.

There are only two, and we're already struggling to manage them all.

That old geezer is almost sixty and has four concubines. No wonder he wouldn't dare go back to Shanghai.

I arrived at the office.

Wang Xuesen opened the safe, took out the documents Liu Zhongwen had given him yesterday, and began to study them carefully.

The documents were authorized by Li Shiqun and contained details of Li Shiqun taking kickbacks, arranging for relatives and fellow villagers to hold positions, falsifying staffing records to receive salaries without working, and some equipment procurement lists.

There is a lot of evidence, but it's not fatal.

It means that even if they are criticized or scolded, the Japanese can tolerate it.

It is clear that Ye Jiqing had carefully prepared the accounts.

This woman is indeed a top student; she's got real skills. She keeps the accounts crystal clear.

Liu Zhongwen's purpose in giving him this was self-evident.

Send Wang Xuesen to inform on Ding Mocun to speed up the joint operation between Ding, Tang, and Fu; otherwise, given Ding Mocun's indecisive nature, he will be in trouble.

Even the most powerful winning strategies can be ruined by the tactic of stalling.

Let's go find Old Ding!

……