“Criminal” Break Through The Window: Hubby, Please Spare Me - Chapter 29
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Chapter 29: Man Is Like A Textbook
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Shen Mochen’s hand, which was stirring the spoon, stopped. He frowned in displeasure, and the aura around him abruptly became cold.
Shui Miaomiao hosted the radio program through midnight. Other than regular office workers listening at this time of the day, the remaining were abnormal people, such as the lovelorn, those in a bad mood, those who were too excited, or those who were perverted.
In the beginning, she would scold them. When she scolded them, they made complaints. When there was a complaint, her pay was docked, which was her saddest experience.
Over an extended period, Shui Miaomiao practiced how she responded to the rude callers. She would carefreely reply with a smile, “Doesn’t saying this betray your IQ? Is there water on mercury? I suppose Mars is in your kitchen. No amount of QQ stars can make up for your big imagination. Well, thank you for calling. Let’s answer the next listener’s call.”
As Shui Miaomiao said that, she cut off the line, not giving any opportunity for the man to continue speaking.
Shen Mochen smiled. He put down the spoon, took up the coffee cup, and leisurely leaned on the chair. He sipped his drinks and continued listening.
“Shuishui, I am lovelorn,” A crying female voice came in.
“Everyone says that a man is a kind of textbook. Congratulations, you have learned a new subject,” consoled Shui Miaomiao in a relaxing manner.
“I decided to ignore him. Every time he was with me, he had an affair with another woman. I would break up with him, and we would be apart, but then he would say he was wrong and couldn’t live without me. He said he was just playing with the others. I became softhearted. I already gave him three chances! This time, when we got back together, he went and found another woman…again. I won’t forgive him again. Sob…Sob…” cried the woman bitterly.
Shui Miaomiao roughly knew the situation of the other side, so she said, “Your decision is very wise. Girl, why are you repeating the same grade over and over when the others graduate? You have repeated your grade with this man three times. Can’t you learn from this experience?”
“But, I can’t give him up. I am not satisfied with just that. I have been with him for three years, and I have always been his back-up,” The girl was crying uncontrollably.
“You are his back-up? Don’t raise your status. You are just a test paper, obviously! He uses you and throws you away, and he will always pick you back up when he is lonely. So, if you were a pure white paper and you were used to cleaning up dirty stuff, do you think there would be any value left in you? You are not a palette, are you?” Shui Miaomiao’s comment was sharp.
“But I can’t give him up. I am so miserable. I know he will come back to me because no one loves him or knows him better than I do,” the girl said, changing her story.
“Heh, heh. Well, you can tolerate him more than anyone. I hope you cherish every day with him because maybe, this is your last day with him. Ok, I’ll play a song for you. I hope that you can find your happiness.”
When Shui Miaomiao finished her sentence, she cut off the line at once. Then she put on the music, and said in a soft voice, “You are Vixen, by Zhang Xueyou.”
Listening to the song, Shen Mochen stood up thoughtfully and walked to the window.
His deep and distant eyes looked into the distance.
His beautiful features and outlines were reflected in the window.
However, in his large eyes, his most profound thoughts could not be seen.
He wanted to hear her voice.
Shen Mochen picked up his mobile phone. His head slightly inclined, and he called the radio station.
His phone call happened to be answered by Shui Miaomiao.
“Hello, good day. I am Shuishui,” said Shui Miaomiao with her always cheerful tone of voice.
“Shuishui. Heh,” Shen Mochen raised the corner of his mouth. The reflection on the window reflected the tides in his sight, “Have you ever thought of changing a nickname?”