[2] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 53.4 People With The Same Misfortune

‘If I knew it would be like this, I would have changed our face first……’ As soon as the thought had just come up, it was decisively strangled to death by Sang Yuanyuan.

The most useless thing in the world is this ‘If I knew it would be like this’. The biggest difference between the weak and the strong is that when things happen, the weak always feel remorseful, self-pity and seek justifications from others. And the strong can only do one thing——to find a way to solve the problem in front of them.

From a long time ago, Sang Yuanyuan has learned to force herself to face anything with a way of thinking of the strong.

‘Definitely can’t let the Clam Goddess say about what happened that night!’ She instantly determined the core tactic.

At this moment, the Clam Goddess has just finished the word ‘poor ghost’.

“Huh?” Huangfu Xiong was slightly puzzled, frowned and looked at the Clam Goddess, “Do you know Teacher too?”

As soon as the Clam Goddess was about to speak, she was interrupted by Sang Yuanyuan loudly.

“Great!” Sang Yuanyuan’s eyes shed tears in an instant, pointing to You Wuming to accuse him, “Passing one city, you met an old lover. Passing another city again, you met another old lover again. Actually, how many lovers do you have outside?!”

Huangfu Xiong was caught by Sang Yuanyuan’s sensational acting skills. When he heard that it was such a romantic affair, he immediately threw the Clam Goddess behind his mind. His eyes followed Sang Yuanyuan’s fingers, looked at Yun Xuzhou in the carriage and Sang Bujin on the carriage shaft.

Today’s Yun Xuzhou does not apply any powder but just simply changed her face. The beautiful face was rather pale, like a winter plum blossoming in the carriage.

While Sang Bujin put on her heroic makeup and sat on the shaft with her lips pursed. It was like a blazing flame, but it was the kind that refused others a thousand miles away.

Really, each has its own merits.

Huangfu Xiong was dumbfounded with what he saw. Inwardly said, really formidable, worthy of being a Teacher who can write such a good story! Look at these newly-acquired women around him, they are all of high quality! He hadn’t seen him for several days only but he had caught all the golden beads scattered among the people.

Sang Yuanyuan jumped out of the carriage and continued to accuse: “The day before yesterday, it was your unforgettable little childhood sweetheart. Yesterday, it was a good confidant who you are indebted to!”

She pointed to the Clam Goddess: “This one! What about this one?!”

You Wuming received her gaze and lowered his head very cooperatively, showing a standard scumbag’s face: “Wife, stop making trouble. This is the goddess high above. I have only bare necessities at home. How can I be able to reach her? Stop talking. Let’s go. General of Western Garrison[1], I have let you see a joke. “

After hearing this, the Clam Goddess was also speechless. Because he had nothing, then why not exchanged her sparrow for money?

She grabbed Huangfu Xiong’s sleeve and said delicately, “It was this poor ghost……”

Sang Yuanyuan interrupted her abruptly: “Oh——I see! It turns out that this woman is the one who abandoned you for the sake of gold and silver in the story of ‘Shall not bully a poor boy’, right?! You still can’t write the ending and was not willing to slap the ruthless, unrighteous and vain woman’s face. That’s because you are still thinking about her in your heart, right?!”

The Clam Goddess still wanted to speak but Huangfu Xiong waved his hand heavily and threw her aside: “You shut up!”

Huangfu Xiong loves to listen to stories and has a strong empathy ability. When he hears the Clam Goddess open her mouth with the ‘poor’ word in it every time, he just feels irritable and throws himself back into the story of ‘Shall not bully a poor boy’.

That day, he couldn’t hear the ending of ‘Shall not bully a poor boy’. Huang Fuxiong already felt as if a hundred claws were scratching his heart. Today, he found out that the people in the play are alive in front of him. How can he restrain the agitation in his heart?

If he thinks about it carefully, the Clam Goddess’ looks when she usually faces those poor scholars, isn’t it the same as the woman who broke off the engagement in the story?

All sorts of feelings well up in Huangfu Xiong’s heart for a short while.

All of a sudden, he touched his chin and smiled——At this moment, isn’t he the person with a huge golden finger, which can easily help the protagonist turn over and slap this vicious woman in the face?

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[1] It’s actually called General Zhenxi (Western Garrison) but because I think many readers may be confused if I use too much pinyin, I used the translated one instead.