Chapter 805: What a Sin

Everyone originally thought this matter had passed, but the next day, Shi Yuke found the man's home.

He was scared to death and hurriedly sent her back!

However, on the third day, she went again.

Shi Yuke: "Uncle, I still want to eat the steamed buns from that place."

The man:...

He hadn't gained any advantage, having spent nearly one thousand yuan last time, and now she wanted to eat again? She was really enjoying herself!

"Get out, get out, get out! Go back quickly and don't ever come here again." The man was scared to death; he hadn't caught the fox but had gotten covered in its stench—it was a losing business all around.

Shi Yuke looked at him with pitiful eyes again and wouldn't leave.

Her large eyes were filled with tears, and her red lips were lightly pursed.

He couldn't handle this at all, so he gritted his teeth: "Wait, I must have owed you in my past life."

The man went back and rummaged through his cabinet, pulling out a cloth bundle wrapped in a handkerchief; after opening the cloth, there was a plastic bag, and after opening the plastic bag, there was another layer wrapped in newspaper.

Only after opening the newspaper was a stack of banknotes finally revealed.

Without counting, there were eight thousand yuan inside.

He had been preparing to save up ten thousand yuan to put in the bank; spending one thousand last time had made his heart ache so much he hadn't slept well for days, and now it looked like he would have to spend more.

Counting out one thousand yuan, the man wrapped the remaining money back up as it was, intending to put it away, but then he thought better of it and decided to just carry it on his person.

Walking out of the room, Shi Yuke was still standing in the courtyard waiting, looking very well-behaved.

"Let's go." He said crossly: "Your family doesn't look like they're short on money, so why have they mistreated you? You've set your sights on me; I'm telling you, this is the last meal. After this meal, don't come looking for me again, I don't have any money..."

"Okay, Uncle is really nice."

The two arrived at the restaurant, and the waiter recognized them immediately as having been there the day before yesterday.

The man was dressed shabbily, but his spending was "lavish."

This time the waiter was very enthusiastic, leading the two to the same seat as last time and handing over the menu.

"You order."

The man handed the menu to Shi Yuke and said crossly: "Just order what you want to eat, order as much as you'll eat, don't waste anything."

Shi Yuke: "Uncle, what are you eating?"

The man: "I'm not hungry."

"Two steamers of small steamed buns." She finished ordering.

The man was surprised; he sat up straight and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure? Is this enough?"

Shi Yuke nodded: "Mm, enough."

The two steamers of small steamed buns were brought up and placed entirely in front of Shi Yuke.

She picked one up with her chopsticks and placed it in the dish in front of the man: "You eat."

"You eat, I'm not hungry."

Though he said he wasn't hungry, his stomach let out a "rumble" in protest.

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either."

The man:...

He felt like crying, his heart feeling warm.

When he was little, only his mother had treated him this well; after his mother passed away, no woman had ever treated him like this again.

Later, when he left the countryside for the city, the pretty women in the city had their eyes fixed on the top of their heads; they wouldn't even look at him directly, let alone speak to him in such a gentle tone.

The most he had ever heard from pretty women was: "Stay away, you trash collector; you look like a bad person with how dirty you are."

Now Shi Yuke said to him: "If you don't eat, I won't eat either." He was suddenly very moved.

"Why are you crying?"

Shi Yuke reached out to help him wipe away his tears.

She didn't mind that his face was dirty; her delicate fingers were slightly cool, and as they lightly brushed across his cheek, it felt like a gentle scratch on his heart—very itchy, but it felt very comfortable.

"It's nothing, something got in my eye."

In the end, the two of them ate the two steamers of small steamed buns, one by one.

After eating, Shi Yuke licked her lips, still wanting more: "I'm not full."

The man's warm heart suddenly felt like it had been dropped into a basin of cold water, and his back felt chilly.

He regretted it so much; he regretted being greedy.

If she wasn't full, he would have to order more; one steamer of small steamed buns cost twenty yuan for only six, and each was only the size of a ping-pong ball.

For him to eat any was too wasteful; he wasn't worthy!

"Yuke, how about we go out and eat something else?" He discussed with Shi Yuke.

Shi Yuke was "easy to talk to" and immediately agreed: "Okay, okay..."

Before the man could even breathe a sigh of relief, Shi Yuke added: "Let's go eat at Yan Chi Lou."

He almost vomited blood on the spot.

Why did this woman only want to eat whatever was expensive?

Eating a bowl of bird's nest there had made his heart ache so much he hadn't slept for two nights; if they went to Yan Chi Lou, a casual meal would cost eight or ten thousand, and the consumption there was simply not something someone like him could bear.

"No." He refused decisively.

"Why?"

Shi Yuke tugged at her hair ends, aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes, ready to fall.

She muttered softly: "Yuke wants to be a good child. A good child knows not to let others spend money. Yuke originally wanted to be very, very thrifty and just eat a few small buns, but my stomach won't allow it. My stomach is so hungry, and my stomach says it isn't full..."

"Fine, I'll take you to eat at Yan Chi Lou." He agreed.

"Really?"

"Mm, really."

He thought this woman was truly the bane of his existence; as long as he looked into her eyes, he had absolutely no way to refuse.

Fine, a person should be impulsive at least once in their life, right?

He had never been to Yan Chi Lou before, so today he would treat it as a luxury to satisfy his curiosity and see what the legendary Yan Chi Lou was like.

Anyway, he had money on him.

Yan Chi Lou.

Jian Yixin and her husband were hosting clients there.

After the couple finished their meal and came out of the private room, they happened to see Shi Yuke walking in, following a man.

"Scoundrel, it's him again."

Seeing that man, Jian Yixin was so angry she couldn't catch her breath; she stepped forward, pulled Shi Yuke behind her, pointed at the man, and scolded him sternly: "Scoundrel, I warned you last time not to pester my sister. You refuse to mend your ways, don't you?"

"It's not like that..."

"What do you mean it's not? I saw it with my own eyes, so don't try to quibble anymore. Quibbling is useless—call the police!"

Shi Yuke secretly tugged at her sleeve from behind: "Aunt Yixin, it's not like that..."

"Don't speak."

She had a preconceived notion that the man who collected scrap was trying to swindle money and sex, so she gave the two of them no chance to explain and told her husband to call the police to arrest Gu Zhihao.

Jian Yixin had the advantage of numbers on her side, and feeling that she stood on the moral high ground, her arrogance was rampant!

"What a disaster! Boo-hoo-hoo..." The six-foot-tall man squatted on the ground and cried.

He felt he was too unlucky; if he had known, he shouldn't have been soft-hearted.

One shouldn't associate with rich people; he had clearly gone all out, even exhausting his savings to treat the silly woman to a meal, yet he was still treated like a swindler.

"Hmph, pretending to be pitiful." Jian Yixin looked on with disdain.

Shi Yuke took out her clean little handkerchief and wanted to go over to wipe the man's tears, but she was also stopped and blocked from going over.

"Wah..."

"Aunt Yixin is so annoying, I don't like you anymore!"

Shi Yuke also began to cry loudly, and the scene became somewhat chaotic for a moment.

Fortunately, the police arrived quickly, and all of them were taken to the police station to clarify the situation.

It was not difficult to find out what happened; with the testimony of the restaurant staff and the surveillance footage, the truth of the matter was quickly cleared up.

Gu Zhihao had been wronged, and Jian Yixin apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't clarify the truth of the matter and wronged you. I am very sorry."

"Hmph!"

He sniffled and turned away, ignoring her.

When she wronged him earlier, it was in front of so many people; didn't he have any face to save?

What was the use of apologizing now? There were no onlookers around anymore.