Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 308 - 308 308 The Fruit Plate

?Chapter 308: Chapter 308: The Fruit Plate Chapter 308: Chapter 308: The Fruit Plate He Weng was in the kitchen cutting beef, while Old Hu fried some stir-fried tofu and shredded potatoes in the pan. Once those were done, the meal would be complete. Ever since those women left last time, New Year’s had passed, and those women hadn’t been around for a while.

It seemed as if his ten yuan hadn’t made even the slightest ripple.

But He Weng didn’t lose heart; he hadn’t expected to succeed in one try.

If not this time, there would be a next time. He would eventually meet someone who would take notice, or perhaps someone who would show mercy.

He needed to escape.

This was no place for anyone to stay! They wouldn’t even let people rest during the New Year. Even for New Year’s, all they got was a few extra slices of meat in the pot. Sadly, there was so little meat; you couldn’t even see a speck of it.

Since he had arrived here, more than half a year had gone by. Li Xiaozhu, who had come with him, had already disappeared. He didn’t know where Li Xiaozhu had gone, but he knew that the mine shaft could swallow people up, ready to bury several people at any moment.

There had already been a collapse that killed several people, but no one cared about these incidents. Han Ge kept bringing people in without pause, continuously deceiving more people to come.

This place was like a man-eating hell, from which no one could escape, nor could they survive.

He Weng knew that if it weren’t for Han Ge, he would probably have died long ago, but now, not being dead was no different from being dead. Living out his days in perpetual darkness, he was no different from a walking corpse, devoid of any news from the outside world. It was as if he were already dead here. He worried about his brother and sister-in-law back home, and his three nieces and nephews, and he also wondered how Bai Xiao was doing now in the provincial city.

He was filled with regret a thousand times over, chastising himself for his lack of experience and insatiable greed that had led him to fall for the deception so easily. No one here escaped being tricked into coming, and no one had ever managed to escape. It was said that someone had escaped before, but unfortunately, they hadn’t dared to report it to the police station. They just stealthily made their way home, treated it as if all was well and didn’t dare provoke these people.

After that, the surveillance became tighter, and no one managed to escape anymore.

After packing the beef, He Weng refused to believe in this curse. If he didn’t try, he would just die here, and he couldn’t accept that.

“Xiaohe, go deliver the food!”

Old Hu instructed him. His legs weren’t good, and he couldn’t walk much while carrying the food. If he spilled it, it would be a huge loss.

He Weng agreed and approached Old Hu. He placed the stir-fried tofu and shredded potatoes onto a large tray, along with the beef he had cut and some grilled chicken. Old Hu whispered, “Go quickly and come back quickly. I’ve saved some food for you, hidden under the stove. Eat it when you get back.”

Only by supporting each other had they managed to survive to this day; otherwise, neither could have endured.

Old Hu had been enduring this for five years. If not for the fact that his son and wife were still at home, he would have given up long ago.

He Weng’s arrival had brought a glimmer of comfort to Old Hu’s heart.

“Alright, got it. I’m going now,” He Weng replied as he picked up the tray and walked outside.

The guard watching them followed along, absentmindedly eyeing the contents of the tray.

“Move faster; the boss is getting impatient. They’ll have your hide!”

They cursed and complained but didn’t dare to lay a hand on him. If they were to slap him and he dropped the tray, both of them would be in deep trouble.

He Weng forced a smile, “You go ahead; the tray’s a bit heavy. Don’t worry, I can keep up.”

These were all the boss’s lackeys and enforcers.

The man cursed as he walked ahead, and He Weng followed closely, his hand tightly clutching a five-yuan note.

He had no more money left on him, just five dollars, two one-dollar bills, and three more chances.

As he stepped into the building, he was immediately enveloped by the scent of women’s perfume and various foods, as well as the aroma of alcohol. It was a different world in here, starkly contrasted with the outside where people lived like animals, while those inside lived carefree lives like immortals.

He Weng didn’t lift his eyelids, but his peripheral vision scanned the entire room. It was still those few women, and the one he had given money to last time was also there, sitting beside the boss! She was smiling radiantly while feeding the boss with a wine glass, her chest almost bursting out of her dress, revealing most of her ample bosom, which was so dazzling it could make one’s head spin.

The boss’s eyes were practically glued to it.

Another woman was sitting on the boss’s lap, gyrating provocatively. He Weng carried the leeks over, placing each dish neatly on the table.

“Boss! The dishes are ready, take a look and see if you need anything else?” He Weng asked respectfully; in this place he had to suck up to survive.

The boss glanced at He Weng with dissatisfaction, “Didn’t you also buy bananas and oranges? Bring everything up.”

Only the wealthy could afford to eat fruit in the winter here.

He Weng nodded, ready to leave.

Sally called out, “Wait a minute!”

He Weng tensed up. This woman had been quiet all this time, could it be she was waiting for this moment to expose him? If that was the case, he was certainly dead.

He involuntarily gripped the plate tighter, nobody knew that hidden by the rim of the plate were a pair of sharpened wooden chopsticks. These chopsticks were prepared for others, but of course, they were also prepared for himself.

After all, he had already made up his mind before doing this that it would be death or nothing.

The boss looked at Sally, “Hmm, what’s up?”

Sally leaned into the boss’s embrace with a coquettish laugh, “Having those bananas and oranges served just like that on a big plate, what’s there to look at? I’ve seen in those nightclubs, they carve the fruits into beautiful plates, pretty and convenient to eat. Why doesn’t your chef do the same?”

She deliberately rubbed her ample chest against the boss, and he immediately lecherously twisted a piece of flesh on her bust, “You always have the best ideas; I’ll have someone make that for you right now.” With a beauty in each arm, his mood was naturally very good, and he immediately agreed to her suggestion.

He Weng replied with difficulty, “Boss, I’m really sorry. We’re just country folks, and we really don’t know how these nightclubs make their fruit plates.” As soon as he spoke, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

The boss stroked his shining bald head and chuckled, “Alright, alright, we know you’re a country bumpkin.” He turned to Sally, “My dear, what should we do? Our chef here is a country fellow and doesn’t know your fancy things.”

Sally laughed, “That’s easy, I’ve seen it done, my lips move and he wields the knife, that’ll do.”

The boss chuckled with squinted eyes, “Just make sure your pretty little mouth doesn’t scare our chef here to death.”

The room erupted into loud laughter again.

Sally jabbed her finger forcefully into the boss’s chest, wiggled her hips, and said to He Weng from her high horse, “Come on, little brother, your boss has let me instruct you. Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite you.”

Everyone saw He Weng shrink back in fear.

For them, teasing a country bumpkin like this was like watching a show.

Sally followed He Weng out the door, heading straight for the kitchen.

This time, no one followed.