Transmigrated into a Parvenu's Ex-wife in the '90s

“Mmm.”

Shu Yan suddenly recalled the excessive quantity of dumplings that she had in her refrigerator and said, “Do you like dumplings for the new year? My aunty made more than what me and the two kids can eat before she took off. Would you like some?”

Feng Zeyu was taken aback a little. His lips parted and, suddenly, he no longer wanted to turn her down. “Grandma is up there in age and I don’t know how to cook. I was just worrying about how to make some dumplings for the new year. Thank you so much.”

Mao Weiping, standing next to him, suddenly noticed something unusual in the air and insisted on getting into the car with Feng Zeyu and over to the little district where Shu Yan was.

Seeing Feng Zeyu getting out of a small car, Shu Yan just took a look but didn’t ask any questions. “I don’t know what kind of stuffing you and old grandmother like so I grab a little of each. Inside the red bag are chives and meat ones. Inside the white one are tofu and meat ones. This with a knot on top has a little bit of everything – beef, lamb, seafood, and other miscellaneous ones. Aunty’s cooking is amazing.” By the time Shu Yan stopped talking, she noticed that Feng Zeyu had been looking at her the entire time. She paused a little and carried on. “The aunty made so much that there is no way the three of us can finish eating them. They won’t taste very good if they stay in the refrigerator for too long. If you like them, I can give you more.” Having said that, she shoved the bags into his hand then turned and left.

Someone leaned against the car window from inside the car and had been staring at the two of them the entire time. After Shu Yan had left, he opened up the car door, pulled Feng Zeyu inside of the car and asked, “Is that her? Is that her?”

Feng Zeyu pushed his head away and said, “What do you mean ‘is that her’? She’s already a mother of two.”

“Oh darn! Feng-zi, I didn’t know you are into something like this – falling for a married woman. Are you aware that this is wrong?” Mao Weiping stared at Feng Zeyu. He trusted his brother’s morale but who could say for sure when it came to romance?

“She’s divorced.”

Mao Weiping swallowed up the rest of his words. “Geez, can you not take a breather between your sentences? Here I thought you are having an affair with some married woman. Divorce is good. Now that she’s divorced, you will have a shot at it. Go after her. You are 35 years old already. That’s not young by any stretch of imagination.” As though something had just occurred to him, Mao Weiping suddenly asked, troubled, “You said she has two children already. Did she have a tubal ligation then? Maybe it’s better to have a child of your own.”

“What are you talking about?” Feng Zeyu glanced over at him. “There’s nothing going on between us. We are just friends.”

Just friends? Like heck you are. Thought Mao Weiping to himself.

“Don’t mention it after we’ve gone back. Rumors are bad for her.” Looking at the dumplings in his hand, he had Mao Weiping drop him off at home first.

Feng Zeyu had been through too much and seen too many lives and deaths. He didn’t care that Shu Yan was a divorcee. Quite the contrary, he was very touched by this strong, confident, and kind single mother.

Granted, partly it was also that a lot of her kind acts had truly touched him. In his 35 years, with the exception of his grandparents, this was the first time he had received kindness from a woman. He would be lying to say he wasn’t touched at all.

Except that he had been to prison before and his reputation was awful in this area. If he was a couple with Shu Yan, most likely he would drag her down with him.

“Listen to me, Feng-zi. If you like her then go after her. Don’t regret afterward. How do you know that she isn’t interested in you? Why else would a divorced woman give you dumplings? I don’t see anyone giving me dumplings?” Mao Weiping worried about Feng Zeyu. “You have always been by yourself. It’s much better to be with a woman to share your life with.”

“Knock it off. I know what I am doing.”