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Xiao Fu was genuinely angry, so much so that he tempted me with instant noodles in the evening.
I was locked in my cell, feeling uncomfortable, hungry, and thirsty, while he calmly cooked a bowl of Kang Shifu Spicy Beef Noodle and started slurping it down right in front of me.
I begged him for a bite, but he ignored me.
In frustration, I decided to play the victim and began to wail in my cell.
After a few minutes of crying, I managed to shed some genuine tears. Hearing me, Xiao Fu sighed and prepared a bowl of Braised noodles for me.
I sniffled, feeling quite wronged, and said, "I just want the spicy flavor."
Seeing me with red eyes from crying after he had snatched the food away, Xiao Fu sighed again.
His sighs affected my mood, and I grew impatient. "Why are you acting like an old man, looking all downcast? I'm the one being forcibly detained here, and I haven't complained at all."
Xiao Fu seemed intent on having a heart-to-heart with me. He brought over a blanket and pulled up a chair to sit across from me.
"Lin Yu Tang, what exactly are you doing? This is considered fraud, you know?"
I quickly waved my hands.
"Don't put that label on me; I haven't done anything wrong. Being a mistress isn't illegal, right? You can criticize me; I'm open to moral judgment, but you can't wrongfully accuse me. Principles matter."
Xiao Fu looked at me, who was impervious to his words, and gritted his teeth as he earnestly said,
"Can't you just get a proper job? Why are you engaging in these unproductive activities? How long do you think you can keep this up?"
I replied with a serious expression, "Unproductive? Fang Xiaofu, this is legitimate work. Don't underestimate the Trickster; there are professional skills and ethics involved."
"You still call it legitimate? Lin Yu Tang," Xiao Fu seized my weakness, looking even more serious and concerned.
Seeing that he was genuinely worried and wasn't going to let me off the hook, I had no choice but to confess.
"Alright, no need to be so serious. I'm not a fraudster out to swindle money or love. What I do is called business, and it involves contracts."
Xiao Fu looked at me skeptically, so I continued to explain:
"I'm at most a marriage hunter or a property security consultant. Those ladies hire me to gather evidence of their husbands' infidelity. If I can't find any, they act it out themselves. Then I help them with divorce proceedings or asset division.
And don't look down on this industry; we have a whole supply chain. We collaborate with law firms upstream and detective agencies downstream. I'm just one of the runners making a little money."
Xiao Fu scoffed, glancing at me sideways. "Making a little money and you can afford a Hermès bag?"
I shrugged. "What can I say? That's an extra gift from my Sugar Daddy. It’s not part of the contract amount, which is why I said I made a lot today."
Xiao Fu seemed to buy my explanation and decided to let me off the hook, taking me back home.
Before leaving, he launched into a lengthy lecture, trying to educate me on how to "turn over a new leaf."
Today, I was obedient and didn't dare to provoke him, so I had to change the subject.
I asked him, "I confessed to you today, did you hear that?"
He suddenly stammered, the dim light at the entrance casting shadows on his face, revealing his flustered expression.
"What? When?"
I struggled to suppress my laughter and patted his shoulder. "You can think about it yourself, Xiao Fu. Bye-bye."
After saying that, I went upstairs. The lights turned on one by one as I ascended. The old building didn't have an elevator, and I hummed a tune as I returned home. At my doorstep, I glanced out of the stairwell window and saw Xiao Fu standing there like a straight little poplar tree.
I thought to myself:
So adorably cute.
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