Chapter 120 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

The woman looked at Ling Miao, only half believing him. She said with some disdain, “Really?”

“Ah,” Ling Miao jeered. The woman asked if he had caught a cold not because she was concerned about him but because she worried Ling Miao would pass the cold to her.

The woman then asked, ”Why did you come back?”

“This is my home. I’ll come back when I want to. Have you any say?” Ling Miao jeered. He tossed his chopsticks on the table then showed her his cold and haughty back to look at.

Slam—the sound of the door slamming shut.

“Ling Miao, do you still treat this as your home? You come when you want and go when you want. I think you’re treating this place like a hotel!” The woman yelled at the door Ling Miao had shut. “I think you couldn’t make it outside and can’t bring yourself to ask your dad for money, so you came back! Back then we found a good job for you and asked you to go to work but you looked down on this and that, and look at you now…”

“Have you said enough?” Ling Miao opened the door and yelled at the woman. “If you’re done, then eat. Fuck it, even when you’re eating the food isn’t enough to occupy your mouth. How big is your mouth? Oh, that’s true. Your appetite’s pretty big.” Ling Miao gave the woman a pointed look then picked up his things and prepared to go out.

“Ling Miao, if you step out of this door, don’t come back!” the woman threatened.

Ling Miao snatched back the hand he had placed on the door handle. He wasn’t worried, but he was well aware that if the woman said she wouldn’t let him in he definitely wouldn’t be allowed in.

The woman looked with satisfaction at Ling Miao. His defeated expression gave her great pleasure. She sneered, ”Go! Just try to go!”

Ling Miao glared at the woman. He turned his back to the laptop and walked to the bedroom. As he passed the woman, he said calmly, ”I’m just not leaving this house, then.”

The woman was just trying to provoke Ling Miao; it was her most commonly used tactic when she was unhappy. She thought that it would be useful as usual this time, but the reality was different.

“Ling Miao, you’re already twenty-three. You still have the cheek to eat and live at your father’s expense. When you go out, you’re not even worried the neighbors laugh at you!” The woman made another move.

Ling Miao said nonchalantly, “If they want to laugh, let them laugh. Besides, how do you know I haven’t earned money?”

The woman saw Ling Miao vanish before her eyes and was so angry she stamped her foot. Several minutes later Ling Miao walked out holding a plastic bag. He placed the bag in the woman’s hand and said coolly, “There’s 2400 yuan here. I’ll pay 300 yuan every month for water, electricity, gas and internet. Of course, the grocery bill is in there too.”

The woman took the money. Her anger was momentarily curtailed and she said unhappily, “Three hundred a month with prices as they are now. Besides, what about the rent?”

“Rent?” Ling Miao found this absurd. “You probably don’t know, but the title deed has my and my dad’s names on it.”

Ling Miao looked at the woman’s stunned expression and was indescribably pleased. The effect of Tang Xuan’s suicide on him seemed to have completely vanished.

This woman was Ling Miao’s stepmother, Hu Yueyuan. She had married into the Ling family not longer after Ling Miao’s birth mother had passed away. Ling Miao could not help suspecting that before his mother passed away, Hu Yueyuan had already gotten together with his father. This is also a good time to mention that Hu Yueyuan was two years older than Ling Miao. Before she married, she was Ling Miao’s dad’s colleague. After they married, she became a housewife.