Ten Sisters Flowers

  At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Shangping received a call from Lin Hui, asking him to hurry over. Shangping was puzzled, wasn't Lin Hui supposed to meet Qiao Min at 8 o'clock tonight? Why did he have to go so early? Lin Hui's words on the phone suddenly enlightened him. "Have you forgotten that you're a role tonight?"

  Tonight I have to pretend to be Lin Hui's husband. Damn, I am originally her husband, now it's good, turning back to pretend to be her husband.

  Alas! Life is full of acting, even before divorce, isn't acting an indispensable lesson every day? At that time, it was the two marriages that had reached their end, and today they are playing a loving couple. That's what makes life so dramatic.

  Actually, acting is one of the most basic talents of human beings, just like chameleons changing color and insects disguising themselves, which are survival skills evolved in the same environment. On the contrary, those who have professionally studied acting in drama academies often give people a sense of being fake and unnatural when they act, to use a popular phrase, "too CCTV".

  Lin Huiyi opened the door, and first to enter was a large bundle of roses. Behind the roses was her ex-husband. "It's not any holiday, what's the point of spending money on flowers?"

  Shang Ping knew Lin Hui was going to say something, but before he could speak, he was captivated by Lin Hui's outfit. He saw that Lin Hui had her hair styled high, wearing a cream-colored sweater with no collar, revealing a neck as white as snow. Her appearance was both charming and innocent, yet also exuded a sense of sensuality. The narrow skirt accentuated her waist and hips, while her snowy-white legs were both plump and full of flesh.

  Lin Hui saw Shang Ping's dazed expression and coquettishly said: "Don't you recognize me?"

  Shang Ping cursed twice and said: "You're deliberately trying to stimulate your old classmate Qiao Min's nerves. I'm extremely honored to have you as my ex-wife."

  Lin Hui walked into the kitchen with a swing of her hips, saying as she went: "You'd better not make a fool of yourself later."

  Shang Ping followed to the kitchen door and continued to admire his ex-wife. "Whether or not to take a detour depends on you, if you're not at ease, we can practice together first, it's been a long time since we separated, and some aspects have become unfamiliar."

  Lin Hui's face turned red as she bowed her head to chop vegetables. After a while, she stopped what she was doing and said: "You go to the living room, you standing here I can't do my work."

  Lin Hui always kept the house tidy and spotless. Even when she and her husband were getting divorced, there was no sign of chaos in the home, which made Lin Hui a rare good homemaker.

  What Shangping found puzzling was that the advantages of women could only be seen clearly from a distance. In the end, what couples understood about each other were just superficial things, and the essence of people became blurred due to being too close.

  Just as Shang Ping Zheng was lost in thought, he heard the doorbell ring. When he opened the door, he saw two people standing outside. One of them was Qiao Min, who looked almost unchanged despite not having seen her for several years.

  Another, Shang Ping couldn't help but take a few more glances. Because that little girl was really too beautiful. "Welcome, welcome, noble guest." Shang Ping enthusiastically greeted him like a host.

  "Shang Ping, how are you getting younger and younger?" Qiao Min stared at Shang Ping, her face filled with a sincere expression.

  "I had prepared this remark for you, but I didn't expect you to take the lead. All I can say is that you are becoming more and more charming." Shangping said with a smile.

  "Let's stop flattering each other, where is Little Beauty?"

  Lin Hui heard the voice and immediately came out of the kitchen. The two women simultaneously let out a shrill cry, then hugged each other and jumped up and down.

  Women always like to exaggerate and make a big fuss, even if it's an old classmate they haven't seen in years, are they really that happy?

  After sitting down, Qiao Min pointed at the little beauty and introduced her: "My younger sister, Qiao Fei, has just graduated from university."

  Lin Hui pulled Joey's hand and asked her all about it.

  The little girl surprisingly looked shy and lowered her head, not at all like the outspoken female college students that Shangping had seen before. Upon closer inspection, he discovered the little girl's extraordinary charm.

  Her pale melon-seed face was flushed with a faint red glow, tender to the point of breathtaking; sitting on the sofa, her two slender legs formed an enchanting arc.

  To the point where Shang Ping didn't dare look again, fearing that it would stimulate his primitive impulses.

  After so many years of marriage, Shangping has a four-word evaluation of Lin Hui's culinary skills: delicious but unappetizing.

  Lin Hui's dishes have two characteristics: one is that the flavor is full; the other is that they are not good-looking. She never puts her energy into appearance, only focusing on the taste. It can be called practical, just like her personality.

  "It's been a long time since I've had Lin Hui's cooking, when we were in college, all the classmates loved her dishes, so every gathering required Lin Hui to take charge of the kitchen." Qiao Min said while eating and talking to Shang Ping.

  "This trick won't fool me, it's just that my wife is honest and has been cheated into doing unpaid labor by you guys." Shang Ping said to Lin Hui, emphasizing the four words "my wife" in his tone.

  Qiao Min poked Shang Ping with her chopsticks and said to Lin Hui, "Look, is that what you call human language? Only men have such narrow-mindedness."

  Shang Ping took the opportunity to steal a few glances at Qiao Fei while Lin Hui and Qiao Min were talking, and saw that she was lowering her head to carefully eat the little food on her plate. Those small hands were so beautiful that they couldn't be described in words. He racked his brains but couldn't think of a few words to describe them, and could only blame his ancestors for not paying enough attention to women's hands.

  Shang Ping put a piece of fish on Qiao Fei's plate and said, "You're all just eating and drinking, no one cares about little sister."

  Qiao Min smiled and said: "What's with you, big brother? I was just about to ask you. Lin Hui told me that you started a company. How's business?"

  Shang Ping put down his chopsticks and said: "It's just opened, what business can there be? Business is hard to do!"

  Lin Hui took the opportunity to interrupt and said: "Shang Ping, don't you have business matters that need Qiao Min's help? Hurry up and talk, later on, I'll be having a private conversation with Qiao Min, and there won't be time for you."

  Qiao Min looked at Shang Ping and said, "What can I do to help you? Just say it, I'd be more than happy if you could make more money and let Lin Hui live a better life. To be honest, if you weren't monopolizing Lin Hui, I would have really wanted to take her away to Beijing."

  Shang Ping quickly expressed his own thoughts.

  Qiao Min said, "What a coincidence! The Ministry of Public Security has already entrusted our company to do the prison network platform for several provinces. The plan is ready-made. Are you thinking of cooperating with our company?"

  Shang Ping said, "I don't want to have specific business cooperation with your company, I just want to borrow some reputation, in fact, I want to cooperate with you personally. Don't worry about the pay, I'm not so poor that I'd have to pawn my wife's classmate."

  Qiao Min laughed after hearing that.

  "You're really a female Bodhisattva."

  Qiao Min chuckled and said to Lin Hui: "Look at this guy."

  Two women hid in the bedroom whispering and muttering, it was unclear what they were saying.

  Shang Ping and Qiao Fei were sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. He glanced at Qiao Fei, seeing that she was sitting up straight with her eyes fixed intently on the screen, but he didn't know if she was actually paying attention or not.

  Shang Ping couldn't help but have a crush on the little girl, thinking that if he stripped her naked and held her in his arms, just her shy and reserved appearance would make him lose control. Not to mention...

  "Jiao Fei, have you found a job?" Shang Ping wanted to casually chat with the girl.

  The girl seemed to be startled awake by Shangping. "I'm interning at a financial leasing company."

  Shang Ping said: "Have you ever thought of going to Beijing for development? Your sister can also help you."

  The girl thought for a moment and said: "My mother is alone here with no one to take care of her. Besides, I'm not very suitable for a highly competitive career."

  "Why?" Shang Ping asked in surprise.

  The girl thought for a moment and said: "Maybe it's because of personality."

  Shang Ping thought to himself, apart from your appearance, you really don't have any competitive edge. A true little family's treasured jade, the collectible type.

  It wasn't until Joefi's third yawn that Joemin and Lin Hui came out of the bedroom.

  "What are you two whispering about in the bedroom?" Shangping joked.

  "Nature is something you can't hear," said Qiao Min with a mysterious face.

  "You might as well say it's not suitable for children." Shang Ping said with a sigh.

  Qiao Min burst out laughing and said: "Lin Hui, I'm leaving, someone's getting jealous."

  After seeing off Qiao Min, Lin Hui had just closed the door when Shang Ping suddenly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips without any courtesy.

  Lin Hui seemed to be stunned by Shang Ping's sudden attack, and for a long time she didn't move in his arms. It wasn't until Shang Ping's hands were rubbing against her and trying to take further action that she came to, struggling free from his embrace, her face flushing red as she panted and said:

  "I hope you can respect me. If it's like last time again, I...I will never see you again. After all, we are no longer husband and wife."

  Shang Ping looked at Lin Hui's weak appearance, remembering her pitiful state the last time he had forced himself on her. He didn't want to force her again. "I didn't mean to disrespect you, it's just that if we don't do this one thing, I'll feel like the play isn't over yet."

  Lin Hui gently pushed him and said: "You performed very well tonight."

  Shang Ping Hou said with a thick face: "I'm already addicted and want to continue acting."

  Lin Hui pushed him to the door and said: "If you want to continue acting, hurry back home and write a script. This play has already ended, it's time for you to step down."

  Shang Ping held up Lin Hui's face with both hands and said, "You're really beautiful tonight, I'm speaking from the heart. Let me give you another kiss, nothing else, or I won't leave."

  Lin Hui knew that her ex-husband would not give up easily, and if she didn't agree to his request, he would continue to pester her indefinitely. So, with a red face, she closed her beautiful eyes, hoping to let him kiss her randomly and get it over with.

  Lin Hui twisted her head, humming in her mouth to shake off the man's entanglement, but at this moment, Shang Ping wrapped one hand around her buttocks and pressed himself against her with force. Lin Hui immediately felt the man's excitement.

  She was a very sensitive woman, couldn't stand teasing, and at this time, not only was her mouth covered, but also her buttocks were grasped by a large hand, making her heart beat and pant.

  Good heavens, he's going to force himself again... No! What has he become?... Does he only feel satisfied when he forces himself?... He still hasn't forgiven me... This is his way of venting...

  Lin Hui thought of her own impure body, recalling Zhao Qidong's humiliation on her that day. Suddenly, she felt like the most pitiful person in the world. In an instant, Lin Hui stopped struggling, her body going limp like a puddle of water, only wanting to open herself up and let the man do as he pleased, as if this was the only way to wash away the shame of the past...

  Shang Ping saw Lin Hui give up her resistance and suddenly became extremely excited. He thought to himself, "She has accepted me, she is willing..."

  Just as Shangping was about to take further action, he felt a salty taste in his mouth. As soon as he parted his lips, he saw the woman's tear-stained face, her eyes tightly closed, her complexion pale, and her whole body trembling. A pang of pain and guilt struck him - what was he doing? Was he going to rape her again like last time? No!

  Shang Ping held back his emotions and tightly hugged the silently weeping woman in his arms. In the silence, only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard. After a while, Lin Hui lifted her head from Shang Ping's chest and gazed at him with a hint of resentment, saying: "Had enough bullying...?"

  Still somewhat awkwardly smiling, he said: "How could I bear to bully you...I'm really..."

  Lin Hui pushed away the man's embrace, tidying up her disheveled hair and stroking her scorching cheeks with her hand, saying: "You only want my body... I know... actually you don't care about me at all... You still remember that thing... I can feel it..."

  Shang Ping listened to the woman's intermittent words, gradually calming down. He slowly turned around and walked to the door, then turned back to look at the pitiful woman and said: "Let time prove it..."

  Shang Ping sat in the car smoking a cigarette, seemingly trying to calm down the passion brought about by his over-the-top performance.

  He was pushed out of the house by Lin Hui, but he didn't get angry at all. Instead, it reminded him of the days when he and Lin Hui were in love. At that time, he often lingered in Lin Hui's dormitory at night, making plans to do something naughty. Every time, he would be touching her here and there while being gently pushed out of the door by Lin Hui, just like today.

  He seemed to understand Lin Hui's implicit meaning: not now, but definitely in the future. Go home and write a script? Almost forgot, there was already a ready-made script waiting for him at home.

  Shang Ping drove his car home at high speed.