Chapter 4
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Qin Wanshu looked at the smile on Zuo Qinghuan's face and was slightly stunned. This smile was as elegant as a lotus flower, not at all like that of a thick-skinned person. Qin Wanshu didn't say anything, just quietly gazing at Zuo Qinghuan's face, as if appreciating a painting. To her, Zuo Qinghuan's face seemed like a work of art, or even more lifelike than a painting.
"Why did you go there?" Zuo Qinghuan couldn't ignore Qin Wanshu's gaze. The gaze was neither cold nor warm as if she was appraising something insignificant. Zuo Qinghuan didn't like being scrutinized like that, so she changed the topic to shift her and Qin Wanshu's attention.
"I went to the nearby auction house, and on my way back, I passed by this old street. I've never been inside before, and when I saw the bustling scene, I got curious and decided to check it out," Qin Wanshu said lightly. In truth, she had entered the old street on a whim today.
"You shouldn't have gone there," Zuo Qinghuan said lightly.
"Why?" Qin Wanshu raised her eyebrows slightly, seeming curious about this statement.
"That place is chaotic," Zuo Qinghuan replied. She didn't think Han Shibin would want his wife to go there, but maybe she was meddling too much. When did her lover's wife become her concern?
"Why did you go there then?" Qin Wanshu looked at Zuo Qinghuan with a half-smile and asked, showing some interest in this woman.
"I'm different from you," Zuo Qinghuan frowned. She disliked Qin Wanshu's ambiguous expression, as it seemed to suggest that she was meddling in things that didn't concern her.
"How are we different?" Qin Wanshu continued to inquire.
"Everything is different." Zuo Qinghuan replied with some annoyance. She was probably mocking her because anyone with eyes could see how different they were. She came from a harsh and difficult environment, struggling to survive, while this woman seemed to have been showered with affection and must have spent a fortune to cultivate her luxurious and refined demeanor. She seemed oblivious to the harsh realities and hardships of the world!
"I don't have an extra eye." Qin Wanshu smiled and said, feeling her mood suddenly improve. This woman turned out to be much kinder than she had anticipated, which made Qin Wanshu develop a slight fondness for Zuo Qinghuan. Although Zuo Qinghuan appeared youthful at this moment, Qin Wanshu could tell that she was definitely not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. The eyes never lie, and in Zuo Qinghuan's eyes, there was a hint of indifference and maturity.
"I'm not afraid of you getting into trouble..." Zuo Qinghuan replied as she looked at Qin Wanshu's strange and unnatural smile. As someone who always considered herself a bad woman, Zuo Qinghuan disliked being seen as a good person. It felt very uncomfortable, and she inwardly despised herself for saying such things, feeling like she was trying to cover up something and meddling in other people's business.
"It's not suitable for you to go there too, otherwise it would be a waste of your otherworldly face," Qin Wanshu said spontaneously. Although this woman had a fairy-like appearance, her inner self was definitely not at the level of a fairy.
Zuo Qinghuan raised the corners of her mouth dismissively, subtly hinting at a hidden mockery. She couldn't help but find her existence ironic.
The atmosphere in the car became somewhat quiet, and the car quickly arrived at Han Shibin's secret place.
Zuo Qinghuan led Qin Wanshu inside. She wondered what Qin Wanshu would feel if she knew that her husband's mistress was right in front of her. Zuo Qinghuan couldn't help but think that she was really wicked.
"I'll get a set of clean clothes for you to change into," Zuo Qinghuan said as she entered the house and picked out an outfit that looked suitable for Qin Wanshu. She also grabbed a new bra since the one she was wearing must have been wet from the spilled milk tea.
Qin Wanshu glanced at the new black bra and felt a little embarrassed.
"What's the matter? Don't like it?" Zuo Qinghuan raised an eyebrow, wondering if Qin Wanshu didn't appreciate her sense of style.
"It's too small," Qin Wanshu said with some embarrassment.
"You look about the same height as me, so it shouldn't be small," Zuo Qinghuan observed Qin Wanshu once again from head to toe. When her gaze landed on Qin Wanshu's chest, she suddenly realized. Although she knew that Qin Wanshu had a great figure when she mistakenly hugged her last time, she didn't fully grasp it until now. With a woman's critical eye, Zuo Qinghuan found Qin Wanshu truly impeccable, which made her feel seriously envious. She thought that being the original wife could bring significant pressure on the other woman, especially when faced with a mistress like herself.
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Qin Wanshu seemed to excel in every aspect compared to her, and Zuo Qinghuan couldn't understand why Han Shibin, with such an outstanding wife at home, would still maintain a mistress like her. Qin Wanshu appeared to be cold and indifferent, and Zuo Qinghuan couldn't help but have some improper thoughts. Her gaze towards Qin Wanshu became lecherous, making Qin Wanshu feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward.
Qin Wanshu felt that Zuo Qinghuan's gaze was very peculiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange about it. She had a sense of repulsion when being looked at by her.
"There's nothing I can do about it; it's just this size. You can choose to make do or not wear it at all," Zuo Qinghuan said with a smile, her expression clearly showing a sense of gloating. She added with an insincere tone, "If it were me, I'd choose not to wear it. After all, it's too small and would be too tight." Zuo Qinghuan was truly curious about how this seemingly well-mannered and elegant young woman would make her choice.
Qin Wanshu was actually reluctant to choose either option. She wanted to call someone to bring another set of clothes, but looking at the woman's demeanor, she felt that doing so might upset her. It seemed that this woman had a strong sense of self-esteem and didn't like being looked down upon. Qin Wanshu sensed that this woman rarely treated others kindly, but if she did, she would probably be sensitive to any negative response. On the other hand, if Qin Wanshu considered the woman's feelings, she would have to compromise her comfort. She looked at Zuo Qinghuan, feeling hesitant.
A good upbringing led Qin Wanshu to consider other people's feelings, and somewhat reluctantly, she took the undersized bra and entered the bathroom.
Left with a satisfied smile, Zuo Qinghuan couldn't help but wonder why bullying Qin Wanshu brought her such joy.
When Qin Wanshu finished bathing and came out, Zuo Qinghuan was surprised to find that her clothes fit Qin Wanshu perfectly. It was as if they were tailor-made for her, even better than they fit Zuo Qinghuan herself. Zuo Qinghuan started to feel a tinge of jealousy, feeling that this woman was outshining her presence.
"The clothes fit well." Except for the one inside being a bit tight, it's acceptable. Qin Wanshu smiled as she looked at herself in the fitting mirror, quite surprised that the clothes fit so well.
"Doesn't it feel like a tight squeeze?" Zuo Qinghuan approached Qin Wanshu and said with a pretended concern, clearly being a weasel wishing the chicken a Happy New Year.*
*having no good intentions, in a Chinese folktale a weasel stole food from the chicken during the Spring Festival
"It's fine." Qin Wanshu naturally wouldn't let herself appear flustered, especially in the presence of a woman who lacked sympathy. However, couldn't that unsympathetic woman stay a little further away? It seemed like she had ill intentions and pretended to have an intimate relationship. Their relationship could only be considered as having met today, Qin Wanshu thought to herself.
"By the way, what's your name?" Qin Wanshu suddenly realized that she still didn't know the woman's name.
"Zuo Qinghuan, what about you?" Zuo Qinghuan asked in return.
"Qin Wanshu," Qin Wanshu replied.
"Qin Wanshu suits you well, you seem like the abstinent type, unlike me, Qinghuan, a shallow person with little virtues," Zuo Qinghuan said with a smile while looking at Qin Wanshu.