Chapter 104: Is This the Mistress?

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Is This the Mistress?

Seeing that Liu Yue, the sales associate, looked troubled, Song Xiaodong didn’t make it difficult for her and said, "You go ahead and do your thing. We’ll just look at these pictures, and you can come and attend to us after you’re done."

Liu Yue immediately expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, sir. I’ll be right back."

Song Xiaodong smiled but didn’t bother to argue with that pretentious guy. At such an old age, finding such a young wife and liking to show off seemed pretty normal.

The two hadn’t walked away when Xiao Yingying curiously asked, "Brother Xiaodong, is that what they call a ’mistress’ in the novels?"

Xiao Yingying’s voice wasn’t loud, but the man and woman heard her perfectly clear.

Song Xiaodong was somewhat speechless. Xiao Yingying was so naive and completely lacking in cunning; to speak such words openly was tantamount to slapping someone in the face.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Yingying spoke, the woman’s face changed color, her eyes glared fiercely, and she snapped, "You little brat, spouting nonsense—are you asking for a beating?"

Xiao Yingying moved closer to Song Xiaodong, looking a bit flustered, "What’s wrong? Aren’t you the mistress? Otherwise, why would you marry such an old guy like him, especially since he’s both fat and ugly."

"Phew..." At that moment, Song Xiaodong didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; Xiao Yingying’s words were just too potent.

He knew that Xiao Yingying didn’t speak with any ulterior motives and wasn’t deliberately insulting them, but those words had set both people off.

The fifty-something fat man was named Qian Zhiyou, and he was no ordinary person—he ran a steel company with a personal net worth of over ten million yuan.

He was usually quite an arrogant figure, but now being talked to like that by a young girl was too much for his ego. He was about to blow up, but, seeing Xiao Yingying’s angelic and innocent face, he couldn’t release his anger, and said sternly instead, "Young lady, don’t talk nonsense, or you will bring trouble upon yourself."

Song Xiaodong didn’t want to argue with them. After all, Xiao Yingying’s health was a concern, and if her mood was affected, it could easily burden her heart.

Standing up, he said, "Both of you, she doesn’t really know how to speak. I apologize to you both on her behalf."

The woman with Qian Zhiyou was indeed his mistress, and she was no saint herself. Seeing how pretty Xiao Yingying was made jealousy flare inside her. She raised her chin and said, "Hmph, an apology’s supposed to fix everything? If apologies worked, what would we need police for? If you can’t speak properly, go back to your mother’s womb and get reeducated until you can speak before coming out."

Song Xiaodong frowned and said, "Don’t reject the face that’s being offered to you."

The mistress pursed her lips, "You two paupers are still talking about face to me? Whether you can afford it is another question. Even if you can, you’ll only be able to buy a small apartment, and after making the down payment, you’ll be mortgage slaves for life. And you talk to me about face? What a joke."

Song Xiaodong’s expression darkened. Xiao Yingying’s words had been innocent, and he had already apologized, but this woman was relentless and her words were so cutting that they were like a stinging rebuke to Song Xiaodong.

Just then a manager-like person hurried over and said loudly, "What’s going on here? Let’s talk it out calmly. President Qian, weren’t you here to buy a house? Xiao Liu, quickly show President Qian the houses."

Liu Yue was also quick to act, "President Qian, let’s go see the apartment, please follow me."

The mistress sneered at Song Xiaodong and Xiao Yingying, "You must be the manager here, right? I’m telling you, it’s good to do business, but you should pay less attention to some poor bums to avoid wasting time. Some people just come here for the free coffee."

The manager hastily pulled Qian Zhiyou away. Song Xiaodong shook his head. Although he was upset, he didn’t see the need to argue endlessly with them. Moreover, he never liked to quarrel in such a manner. If it were a matter of using fists, why should he bother arguing with them at all?

"Brother Xiaodong, did I say something wrong?" Xiao Yingying looked at Song Xiaodong with a pitiful expression.

Song Xiaodong’s face softened, and he smiled slightly, "You didn’t say anything wrong, what you said is the truth."

"Then why are they so angry?"

"Because many truths are things they don’t like to be called out on, especially being a mistress isn’t exactly something to be proud of."

"Why isn’t it something to be proud of? If I were to be your mistress, I wouldn’t feel ashamed. In fact, I’d be very happy. Oh, I get it now, it’s because that man is so ugly, that indeed makes it shameful."

Watching Xiao Yingying’s revelation, Song Xiaodong couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Yingying, we really can’t just say these things out loud. Otherwise, if your dad finds out, he might flay me alive.

"That won’t happen, as long as I’m happy, my dad will agree to anything I want. Besides, it’s my own business."

Song Xiaodong felt it was somewhat strenuous to discuss this matter with Xiao Yingying, so he said with a smile, "Alright then, let’s go take a look at the apartment first."

Xiao Yingying immediately replied with a beaming smile, "Sure, sure."

The two of them flipped through the brochure, looking at various layouts. Song Xiaodong was very familiar with architectural blueprints; after all, in his previous missions, he used them to find loopholes for entry and exit, which was an essential skill.

Soon, Song Xiaodong picked out a 140 square meter apartment. At 140 square meters, it was already not small, and it even came with an additional floor, commonly known as a duplex, with both floors providing 140 square meters each. However, such an apartment would be two thousand yuan more expensive than a standard one.

Moreover, it was already furnished, so one only needed to buy some furniture and appliances to move in directly.

Having chosen the apartment, of course, they wanted to take a look. Calling out, another salesperson came over. Hearing that Song Xiaodong and his companion were interested in such a 140-square-meter duplex, they were immediately very enthusiastic. A sale of such an apartment would earn them a significant commission.

The apartment was in Building No. 4. As Song Xiaodong and his companion approached the entrance, they unexpectedly ran into Qian Zhiyou and his group.

"Look at you, pretending to be house-hunting," Qian Zhiyou’s mistress immediately curled her lip, disdainfully saying, "What, just here to broaden your horizons? Can’t afford it, so you come here to feast your eyes?"

Before Song Xiaodong could react, her mouth nearly reached her ears as she sneered, "How amusing, actually coming to this building. Don’t you know this whole building is duplexes? Even if you’re trying to put on an act, you could at least make it believable. Do you really think people like you can afford such an apartment?"