bullyxtreme Chapter 451 The Boss's Wife is Here
Chapter 451 The Boss's Wife is Here
In the capital city, there is an inconspicuous alley.
Lin Chen stood at the alley entrance, his hands tucked into his sleeves, sizing up the shop in front of him.
The storefront is narrow, only about two zhang wide, sandwiched between a steamed bun shop and a pawnshop, making it look a bit cramped.
But it's very deep inside; once you look inside, it's pitch black and you have no idea where it leads.
The signboard at the entrance is new—"Honey Tavern".
The four characters were crooked and crooked, like something a primary school student would write, forming a stark contrast to the powerful and vigorous signboard of the steamed bun shop next door.
Lin Chen's lips twitched. Who would have thought that such an alluring proprietress had such ugly handwriting, almost as bad as his?
Lin Chen pushed open the wooden door and went inside.
The shop was spotless, and the wooden tables and chairs were polished to a shine, reflecting images clearly.
There was a red paper pasted on the wall with the names and prices of several kinds of wine written on it. The handwriting was still crooked, but it was better than the one on the signboard.
Behind the counter was a row of wine jars, large and small, sealed with new, bright red cloth, which looked festive.
Lin Chen stood in front of the counter for a while, looking around.
The orchid in the corner is blooming beautifully, and there are several succulents on the windowsill.
This woman may not have good handwriting, but she's quite skilled at growing flowers.
Footsteps came from the back room, and Yang Mimi walked out from behind the curtain.
She's still the same as always: willow-leaf eyebrows, oval face, two dimples when she smiles, and faint marks even when she's not smiling.
She wore a floral print dress, her hair was casually tied up in a bun, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears, just like her—very carefree.
She saw Lin Chen, paused for a moment, and then smiled.
That smile was neither as alluring as Mei Jiu Niang nor as aloof as Ling Bo.
It was a pure, heartfelt laugh, a little silly, a little incredulous.
With deep dimples and bright eyes, she suddenly came alive.
"You're here?" Yang Mimi's voice trembled slightly.
Lin Chen nodded slightly: "You're here."
Yang Mimi lowered her head, wiping her fingers on her apron repeatedly, unsure of what to say.
Once the boundaries between men and women are crossed, they are not as comfortable as when they were flirting.
Lin Chen walked to the counter, sat down in the chair, leaned back, and crossed his legs.
"Give me a pot of wine."
Yang Mimi responded and turned to take a jar of wine from the shelf.
The way she tiptoed to reach the wine was beautiful, her waist curving into a line, and the floral dress stretched taut over her body, highlighting her curves.
Lin Chen glanced at it involuntarily.
Yang Mimi opened the seal and poured out a bowl.
The wine swirled in the bowl, reflecting the overhead light, giving it a beautiful amber hue. She presented it to her with both hands.
Lin Chen took it and drank a sip.
The liquor was very strong, a kind of northern baijiu. One sip burned from my throat to my stomach, a satisfyingly spicy kick.
It can't compare to the brewed liquor by that old man Chen Cang, but this bowl of liquor has a rustic, down-to-earth feel to it; it's something ordinary people drink.
"It's delicious." Lin Chen put down the bowl.
Yang Mimi lowered her head, her lips curved into a smile, and she looked somewhat flustered.
She stood behind the counter, her fingers tracing lines on the tabletop unconsciously, seemingly writing something.
Lin Chen watched her fingers moving across the table and suddenly reached out and grasped them.
Yang Mimi's fingers froze.
Lin Chen held her hand, his thumb slowly rubbing the back of her hand.
Her hands were not soft; her knuckles were distinct, and there were thin calluses on her palms—they were not pampered hands.
Yang Mimi looked up at Lin Chen, her eyes glistening with tears, biting her lip, and remained silent.
Lin Chen stood up, walked around the counter, and stood in front of her.
The two were very close, close enough to smell the scent of wine on her body, mixed with a hint of soap.
Lin Chen reached out and gently put his arm around Yang Mimi's waist.
She had a very slim waist, and you could feel her body temperature through her floral dress.
Yang Mimi's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly softened and she leaned on Lin Chen's shoulder.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her breathing a little rapid.
Lin Chen lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Are you satisfied with the shop?"
Yang Mimi didn't open her eyes, her voice muffled:
"It's alright! I... I thought you wouldn't be here for a while."
"I came because I thought about it."
Yang Mimi looked up at Lin Chen, her eyes glistening with tears.
Lin Chen lowered his head and kissed her.
Yang Mimi responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around Lin Chen's neck and running her fingers through his hair with a slight pressure.
The curtains at the back door were blown up by the wind, then fell back down, fluttering in the breeze.
Sunlight squeezed in through the crack in the door, moving from the table legs to the chair legs.
I don't know how much time passed.
Lin Chen walked out of the back hall, looking refreshed and his clothes were neat and tidy, without any visible signs of injury.
He returned to the counter, sat down, picked up the bowl of unfinished liquor on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and smacked his lips.
Yang Mimi followed Lin Chen out, her face flushed, her hair neatly styled again.
She sat down behind the counter, head down, without saying a word, her fingers starting to trace patterns on the table again.
Lin Chen took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, placed them on the counter, and pushed them towards her.
"This money is enough for you to live a carefree life in the capital."
Yang Mimi glanced at the stack of silver notes, a thick wad of notes, all of considerable value.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something to decline.
Lin Chen looked at her and said one word: "No."
Yang Mimi swallowed her words, put away the silver notes, and gripped the stack of papers tightly with her fingers.
Lin Chen then took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, placed it on the counter, and pushed it over.
Yang Mimi was taken aback: "What is this?"
"Medicine pills."
"What kind of elixir?"
"The Elixir of Immortality".
Yang Mimi's hand trembled slightly. She wasn't an ignorant woman; she knew what the Immortal Pill meant.
Eating it will allow you to transcend the limitations of being a terrestrial immortal.
A terrestrial immortal, living to five hundred years old, is considered to have crossed the threshold of becoming a master in this world.
"This is too expensive, I can't—"
Lin Chen looked at her and said calmly, "Take it if I give it to you, otherwise you're disrespecting me."
Yang Mimi shut up. She held the porcelain bottle in her hand, lowered her head, and stared at the small bottle for a long time.
Then he looked up at Lin Chen, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just nodded vigorously.
Lin Chen stood up, straightened his robes, and reached out to pinch Yang Mimi's cheek.
"If you need anything in the future, just ask the Imperial City Guard for my name."
Yang Mimi's face was distorted by Lin Chen's pinching, and she made a muffled "hmm".
Lin Chen turned and walked out, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
Yang Mimi watched Lin Chen's back and her heart skipped a beat.
Lin Chen didn't turn around, only saying, "The wine is good, I'll come again next time."
Then he pushed open the door and went out.
Yang Mimi sat behind the counter, clutching the small porcelain bottle in her hand, staring at the closed door for a long time.
Then she slowly lowered her head and pressed the porcelain bottle against her face; it felt cool and refreshing.
She laughed, her eyes curving into crescents, and as she laughed, tears began to fall.
Lin Chen walked through the alley with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his steps light and quick.
The sunlight shone down from above, warm and comfortable.
He then recalled Yang Mimi's appearance in the back room earlier.
This woman is really interesting.
Sometimes, she is even more alluring than Mei Jiu Niang, who possesses an innate charm.
But that's about it; to him, Yang Mimi was just a condiment.
After getting used to eating lots of meat and fish, a little congee and side dishes is just refreshing.