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

Chapter 37 Becoming a Mistress?
"Who is this!"

As soon as Du Changlei left, a woman with wavy hair immediately spoke up to defend Lu Yuan.

"Back in high school, he was always jealous. He was jealous when Lu Yuan won a prize at the sports meet, he was jealous when Lu Yuan's grades improved, and he would even make sarcastic remarks if a girl talked to Lu Yuan for a few extra minutes."

People around them began to chime in.

"Still the same old self, can't stand seeing others do well!"

"His skills haven't improved, but his mind has become even more narrow-minded."

"I heard that he started his own business after graduating from university but failed to make a name for himself and is now borrowing money everywhere."

"By the way, did he ask you for money?"

……

Lu Yuan ate in silence, not even lifting his eyelids.

That's why he didn't want to participate in the class reunion.

There are very few genuine friendships among classmates, but there is an absolute abundance of endless comparisons and backbiting...

After several rounds of dishes were added, the people in the private room left one after another, leaving only Lu Yuan, Chen Xiaomiao, Song Jia, Shen Yi, and Yu Hongkai, who was already so drunk that his eyes were glazed over and his tongue was tied in knots.

Taking advantage of his drunken state, Lu Yuan tentatively said, "Hong Kai, you've done my childhood friend such a big favor, I don't know how to thank you enough. Let me offer you another toast."

Yu Hongkai slumped in the large chair, his body twisted and contorted.

He let out a loud burp, his hazy eyes straining to focus on Lu Yuan's face, and suddenly he chuckled foolishly.

"Yuan... Brother Yuan, don't be so polite!" He slurred, his voice muffled, "Do you still remember high school... back in the first year of high school..."

Those bastards locked me in a men's restroom stall... splashed water on me... and... and threw in wads of toilet paper that had been used to wipe my poop!
You happened to be passing by and intimidated those bastards, got me out of trouble, and not only did you help me get time off work, but you also paid for a taxi to take me home to shower.

After speaking, Yu Hongkai wiped his face, it was hard to tell if it was sweat or tears.

Lu Yuan listened quietly, vaguely recalling that there seemed to be such a thing.

Yu Hongkai in high school was completely different from who he is now. He was a chubby boy from an average family who was easy to bully and being bullied was a common occurrence for him.

Lu Yuan happened to pass by that day and saw how pitiful he was, so he helped him out without thinking much about it.

Lu Yuan sighed, "It's all old news, it's all in the past..."

Ultimately, money gives men courage.

If it weren't for the sudden wealth his family had accumulated during the special period a few years ago, Yu Hongkai's feelings of gratitude, resentment, and frustration would probably have remained buried in his heart for a lifetime, fermenting into something even more complicated.

His excessive enthusiasm for Lu Yuan today was less about repaying a debt of gratitude and more about an explosive outburst, an attempt to shatter the cowardly self of the past.

Lu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief; at least Yu Hongkai wasn't there because of his grandfather's inheritance...

The waiter came over at the right moment with the bill and respectfully handed it to Yu Hongkai for review.

Yu Hongkai, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, waved his hand haphazardly: "Swipe...swipe the card!"

The bill was spread out on the table, and Chen Xiaomiao's eyes inadvertently swept over the string of numbers.

One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand...

Over the past two weeks, Chen Xiaomiao has gradually come to understand and adapt to modern prices, but the long string of numbers at the end of the bill still struck her like a thunderbolt.

Remembering Lu Yuan's instructions, she quickly shut her mouth and swallowed back the gasp that was about to escape her throat.

The dinner party ended completely, and Yu Hongkai and Shen Yi were picked up by a private car.

Lu Yuan had been drinking and wanted to hire a designated driver, but Song Jia took the car keys from him and said, "I'll be the driver. Our houses aren't far apart, so it's on the way."

"trouble."

"Small things."

The three got into the car, and Lu Yuan, who had drunk quite a bit, became delirious and fell asleep in the back seat.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Chen Xiaomiao thanked Song Jia beside her, saying, "Sister Song Jia, you've worked so hard today."

"You're welcome."

Song Jia glanced at Lu Yuan in the rearview mirror and jokingly asked, "Xiao Miao, how did you and Lu Yuan get together?"

Chen Xiaomiao replied stiffly, "I came to Jiangcheng from Yuzhou to stay with relatives. I met Lu Yuan by chance when I was looking for a job."

This was a phrase Lu Yuan had taught her beforehand, used to deal with outsiders.

Song Jia smiled, not exposing Chen Xiaomiao's clumsy lie, and only sighed, "What a coincidence..."

Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs in the residential area, and Song Jia took out her phone.

"Add me on WeChat? If Lu Yuan bullies you in the future, I'll help you deal with him."

"Yes...yes."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, awkwardly pulled up the QR code, and added the user "Bu Xiang Jia Ban" to her friend list.

As they went upstairs and pushed open the door, Lu Yuan's last bit of consciousness completely dissipated. He slumped onto the sofa, motionless like a dead pig. Chen Xiaomiao, without even taking a break, first woke up the dog, who was sprawled out in its kennel, and added water and dog food to its bowl.

The little guy smacked his lips twice in a daze, then curled up again to continue his long dream.

Soon after, the sound of a stove being started came from the kitchen.

Before long, Chen Xiaomiao brought a steaming bowl of ginger soup to the sofa and gently nudged Lu Yuan: "Lu Yuan, get up and drink some ginger soup to ward off the chill from the alcohol."

Lu Yuan opened his eyes a crack, looked at the concerned face in front of him, and a lazy smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Wife, you really know how to care for people..."

"Snapped!"

Chen Xiaomiao slammed the bowl on the coffee table, her eyebrows furrowed, her pretty face tense: "Wake up, you've had too much to drink, I'm not your wife!"

"If she's not my wife, what are you doing in my house?"

“You, you, you…”

Chen Xiaomiao stamped her foot in frustration: "If you keep shouting like that, I won't cook for you tomorrow!"

This was the most severe threat she could think of.

Lu Yuan chuckled softly, then wisely raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay..."

He got up, took the ginger soup, blew on it, and sipped it slowly.

The spicy, scalding liquid slid down my throat, dispelling the chill in my stomach and making me feel much better.

Seeing that Lu Yuan was drinking smoothly and his expression had softened, Chen Xiaomiao continued to ask with concern, "You drank so much, won't you be late for school tomorrow?"

"piece of cake."

Lu Yuan rubbed his temples and asked, "How are you feeling today?"

Chen Xiaomiao tilted her head and thought for a moment, her expression very calm.

"Hmm... that restaurant is really grand, so many dishes, so much money..."

She clicked her tongue, seemingly still feeling the pinch from the bill, then changed the subject: "But, I think it's nothing special."

"Oh?" Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"It feels like your class reunion is just like a big meeting in our village down the mountain."

Chen Xiaomiao said calmly, "On the surface, it's all lively and cheerful, a harmonious scene, but many people are harboring resentment in their hearts."

My master once said, "You can't see into someone's heart. They may smile on the surface, but they're all chanting their own scriptures underneath. No matter how things change, they all boil down to the five poisons monks often talk about: greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt."

"Hey! You Taoist priest, you're even chanting Buddhist scriptures now..."

Lu Yuan chuckled and shook his head.

His original intention was to let Chen Xiaomiao see the prosperity of modern society, but he didn't expect to be taught a lesson instead.

"By the way, Lu Yuan, I have another question for you."

"Well, you said."

What does "mistress" mean?

Lu Yuan instantly sobered up and put down the ginger soup in his hand.

Where did you hear that word?

“When I went to the outhouse, I heard two girls outside the stall whispering that Sister Song Jia was someone’s mistress.”

Lu Yuan was both amused and exasperated.

Since high school, Song Jia has been frequently gossiped about by certain people because of her good family background, strong abilities, and beautiful appearance, and it's unexpected that this still happens now.

In this world, the people who can't stand seeing women succeed are women themselves...

"Don't worry about it, just ignore it and don't take it to heart."

"middle!"

Chen Xiaomiao nodded obediently.

Lu Yuan waved wearily: "Alright, you've been up all night, you should get some rest."

"Okay, I'll wash the dishes and then go to sleep."

Chen Xiaomiao picked up the empty bowl and returned to the kitchen.

The tap was running, and Chen Xiaomiao was washing herself quickly, but the words she had just heard were still swirling in her mind.

Although Lu Yuan told her not to take it to heart, combined with the girls' sarcastic tone, she vaguely seemed to understand something.

After drying her hands, Chen Xiaomiao took out her phone, opened the browser, and carefully typed a few words in the search box.

Will I be arrested by the police if I become a mistress now?

(End of this chapter)