Chapter 7 Colorful Grass
Chapter 7 Colorful Grass
At night, in the Xinghecheng residential area in Songquandong, a white Hyundai sedan slowly drove into the underground garage of Building 12.
The person driving the car was Sun Manzhu, who was still wearing white mourning clothes, while the person sitting in the passenger seat was An Rushong, who had fallen asleep.
The car ran over a speed bump, and the slight bump woke An Rushong, who was already sleeping lightly.
He was really exhausted these two days. There were no male descendants in the Sun family and no one to help with the funeral arrangements. An Rushong was the only one running around inside and outside the house. After arranging this funeral, he was even more tired than Sun Manzhu, a filial daughter.
The latter obviously understood this, so after seeing An Rusong woke up from the bump, she quickly slowed down the car again and whispered, "I'm sorry, Brother Rusong, I woke you up."
After pressing his forehead which seemed a little tense, An Rusong shook his head and said, "It's okay. I wasn't asleep anyway."
After he finished speaking, he yawned loudly, then he looked out of the car window and said, "Hurry up and park the car. Everyone has been exhausted these two days. Let's go back and rest early."
Having said this, he retracted his gaze and glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car.
At this time, in the back seat of the car, Li Caicao, who was also wearing white mourning clothes, was hidden in the shadows where the light outside the car could not reach. This woman was like a mute. In the past two days, An Rusong had not heard her speak.
However, this seemingly weak Vietnamese woman is not a simple commodity. An Rusong has heard from Sun Manzhu that this woman was trafficked from Vietnam by a "snakehead". In order to buy her, the old man spent a full 43 million won, which is about 300,000 yuan when converted into RMB.
Logically speaking, spending 300,000 yuan to buy a woman of this level is definitely not a loss-making deal. After all, this woman is indeed outstanding in appearance. She is a mixed-race of American and Vietnamese. Not only is she beautiful, she has a slim figure, and her skin is very white. It is not the kind of pale white, but the kind of creamy white.
The reason why Sun Manzhu didn't like this woman was not just because Sun Zhiji married her, but because the "snakehead" who sold her clearly said that this woman escaped after killing someone in Vietnam, and she seemed to have been wanted in Da Nang.
Nowadays, there are many cases of Korean men marrying Vietnamese women, but many Vietnamese brides will run away and disappear without a trace after the marriage. The reason is that these women are just cheating on marriage. Their real purpose is just to get a Korean F-6 visa so that they can legally reside in Korea.
But Li Caicao had been with Sun Zhiji for nearly two years and had obtained an F-6 visa, but she had never chosen to divorce or run away because she was involved in a murder case.
So, what's the saying again? You can't judge a book by its cover, right?
Sun Manzhu parked the car in the parking space her family bought. After the car was turned off, she immediately leaned over to unfasten An Rushong's seat belt, and then went to unfasten her own.
An Rushong was very satisfied with the woman's performance. He deliberately reached out and patted her thigh gently, then opened the car door, rubbed her neck, and got out of the car.
Behind the car, Li Caicao got out earlier than the other two. To her, this dimly lit underground garage should be a familiar place. She seemed to find a little sense of security here.
Therefore, when An Rushong got out of the car, the woman had already trotted past him excitedly and headed straight for the elevator entrance not far away.
When An Rusong and the other man walked to the elevator entrance, the elevator just came down. Li Caicao pursed her bright red lips, jumped through the elevator door with a small jump, and was the first to enter the elevator. Then, she turned around in the elevator, and the hem of her white mourning dress turned up, exposing two slender and straight calves under the hem.
This spinning movement is very beautiful. An Rushong could swear with his eyes that this woman must have learned dance and has achieved great accomplishments. She has integrated the beauty of dance into her own behavior.
However, this stunning beauty soon disappeared. Just as Li Caicao turned half a circle and faced the elevator door, Sun Manzhu, who followed closely, slapped her on the gorgeous face.
There was a loud "pop" sound, so crisp that it even echoed in the underground garage, and the unsuspecting An Rushong was startled.
Then, Sun Manzhu was seen with her eyebrows raised, and she said something gibberish to her stepmother.
She was speaking Vietnamese, which An Rusong could not understand at all, but he could guess what she meant. After she scolded him, Li Caicao covered her face with one hand and walked out of the elevator with her head down. After Sun Manzhu pulled An Rusong into the elevator, she timidly came in and hid in the corner by the door by herself.
Looking at Li Caicao huddled in the corner near the elevator door, seeming to be trying to make her body as small as possible so as not to attract the attention of her stepdaughter, An Rushong felt that this woman was quite pitiful.
In the past, when Sun Zhiji was still alive, this woman could still get some protection, at least she would not be bullied too much.
But what about now? Her husband, who was probably older than her father, had died. She had nowhere to go in Korea and didn't dare to escape on her own. She was completely in the hands of her stepdaughter, at her mercy.
Women are really vicious creatures. No matter how you look at it, Li Caicao and Sun Manzhu have the same fate. These two women should sympathize with each other. But the reality is unreasonable. The latter takes pleasure in abusing the former. This kind of thing is really hard to explain.
However, An Rushong likes it!
The house Sun Zhiji bought has a one-floor-one-unit layout, which is very private. When the elevator stopped with a ding, there was a two-and-a-half-meter corridor outside the elevator door. On the left side was a shoe rack, and a pot of lush evergreen was dotted next to the shoe rack.
In the past, An Rushong’s predecessor only knew that his boss had a house here, but had never been here. Therefore, An Rushong now feels very unfamiliar with this place.
Just as he was looking around curiously, Sun Manzhu had already opened the door, then turned around, squatted in front of An Rushong, and changed his shoes for him.
"Did you live here in the past?" An Rushong accepted the other party's hospitality as a matter of course and asked casually.
"Well," Sun Manzhu brought a pair of slippers over and put them on for him, saying, "Dad also said he would buy me a house, but I refused. I was worried about him living alone with a bastard who had killed someone."
Koreans are very arrogant and look down on everyone. Even the Vietnamese, who have always liked Koreans, are inferior in their eyes. Sun Manzhu also has this mentality.
Hearing her call Li Caicao a bastard, An Rushong subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the Vietnamese woman, only to see that she was also looking at him cautiously. When she saw him glance over, the woman quickly looked away.
"Okay," Sun Manzhu changed her shoes and then stood up to invite An Rusong in. "This is your first time here. I'll show you around. Let's go to the guest room first. If you don't like it, you can stay in my father's room and let that woman stay in the guest room."
The 80-ping house is indeed very large. After all, it is square meters. There are two guest rooms alone, and it is fully furnished with home appliances and luxuriously decorated. It can be seen that old man Sun Zhiji has made a lot of money in the past few years.
What made An Rushong most happy was that there was a laptop with internet access in the old man's study - ThinkPad T61p. An Rushong needed this thing very much now. With this computer, many of his plans could be implemented immediately.
Now that he had a computer, An Rushong didn't care about anything else. He completely treated this place as his own home. After taking a shower in the bathroom, he occupied the study room openly and started fiddling with the laptop.
In his previous life, An Rushong was a programmer. Even though he has not been engaged in front-line code writing work for a long time, he has not lost his skills.
Now, he was reborn into this era, and his idea of making his first pot of gold naturally focused on the field he was best at.
It was late at night. In the study room with the desk lamp on, An Rushong, wearing only a pair of loose shorts, was still busy working at the large desk.
Even though he had just experienced two days of exhaustion and was already so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, at this moment, he became as excited as if he had taken stimulants.
A C++ program is running on the LCD screen of the laptop. The black window interface is filled with rows of commands. The yellow, blue or pink English letters seem to have a unique beauty.
"when!"
The grandfather clock in the corner of the study made a crisp sound, awakening An Rusong who had been immersed in thought for a long time. He looked away from the computer screen and turned his head to look at the grandfather clock, only to find that it was already one o'clock in the morning.
He reached out and wiped his numb mouth, then yawned hard, his sore eyes blinked a few times, and a few tears came out of the corners of his eyes. He didn't feel it just now, but now that his train of thought was interrupted, he really felt sleepy.
Just when he was hesitating whether to put down the work at hand and have a good sleep first, he heard some sound coming from outside the study door.
With an idea in mind, An Rushong stood up and walked towards the study door.
(End of this chapter)