I Am A Big Villain Chapter 47

Translator: Kies.h.i.+

Editor/Proofreader: Mona

Status: Edited 

Note: Footnote #5 not reverse because it will look strange IMO…

“Xinyin, do you have a boyfriend?”

Yu Qiuyue picked up her mobile phone and called her daughter directly after Song Kun left.

“Mom, how do you know?”

Meng Xinyin thought of Song Kun, who said a lot of inexplicable things to her before. The first reaction was that the other side told her the secret.

“Take him home for Dad and Mom to take a look some other time. It's also the first boy our little princess likes. Dad and Mom also want to see if he possesses remarkable abilities[1]. Otherwise, how can he fascinate you?”

For her daughter, Yu Qiuyue did not want her to know about the unhappy things. If Yan Chu was really good, not telling her daughter in advance also for the unnecessary misunderstanding. If he was really like the information Song Kun gave her, she also hoped to use a better way to make her daughter not too sad when she ended this love.

“Mom, Yan Chu is really a particularly good person, and he is very powerful, the most powerful person in my mind except you and Dad.”

Meng Xinyin's living environment from childhood did not make her feel that millions were a huge number. There were many second-generation and third-generation people around her with pocket money. Among those people, not all of them were as lucky as her. As the only daughter in her family, she could enjoy the love of her parents wholeheartedly.

In many families, they had to contend not only with their brothers and sisters but also with their uncles and uncles' children. To show their value, many of them began to contact investment and family small businesses when they were adults. They could acc.u.mulate millions or even higher wealth by relying on the capital given by their parents.

But Yan Chu was different. He did not have any one's help and was the only one who made money. Meng Xinyin believed that Yan Chu had promised her that he would become a man that many people would look up to as long as he was given time.

So she did not want her mother to have other ideas about Yan Chu because of the messy news from Song Kun.

On the one hand, they were her beloved parents, and on the other was her most loved man. Meng Xinyin hoped that they could get along well without any contradiction.

“Got it, Mommy's little princess.”

Yu Qiuyue's heart sank. It seemed that her daughter liked the boy very much. Otherwise, she would not say such words to her. If the young man named Yan Chu was not worth entrusting, her daughter would be very sad.

She only hoped that her daughter's eyes were right now, and the photos that Song Kun showed her had just misalignment coincidences.

Meng Xinyin hung up her phone call with her mother, thought about it, and could not wait to call Yan Chu.

“h.e.l.lo.”

She covered her mouth and sneaked to the dormitory balcony, not forgetting to close the balcony door.

"Yinyin."

Yan Chu was working on the computer at the moment. There were many characters on the screen. It made people feel a headache, but he did not seem to feel it. He was holding the phone with his neck, and his fingers were typing without pause.

“Did I disturb your work?”

Meng Xinyin asked him embarra.s.sedly when she heard the sound of his typing on the keyboard.

“The world's greatest wife. Isn't working to earn money? Isn't earning money to raise a wife? So to be disturbed by my wife, it is not called 'disturb'.”

Fourth Brother in the dormitory was a man with zero practical experience but a very rich theoretical experience. Under the influence of him day after day, Yan Chu could occasionally jump out a few words of love to please his little girlfriend.

Meng Xinyin blushed and squatted on the balcony, grabbing the weeds in the potted flower beds raised by several girls in their dormitory, and soon there was a pile of wild gra.s.s and soil at her feet.

“My parents want to see you.”

Meng Xinyin's voice was a little soft, and she did not know how to tell Yan Chu about this foremost matter.

Usually, the meeting between the parents of the two sides was because the couple had to be settled. They had been in love for less than a year. Yan Chu was still a third-year university student, and she was only a second-year university student. She wondered if Yan Chu would feel that she was too anxious to force him to propose to her, ah.

“When?”

Yan Chu wrote the code. He took the mobile phone in one hand. “It seems that I have to ask Miss Yinyin to accompany me to buy some new clothes. After all, this is the first time to see my future father-in-law and mother-in-law, so I have to be careful.”

“Bah, who is your in-law?”

Meng Xinyin's heart trembled and almost pulled out a delicate Mimosa as a weed.

“Oh, by the way, Yinyin, did you ask Jiang Moli to send me the lunchbox you made yourself today?”

Yan Chu glanced at the empty lunchbox, which was placed on the table of Eldest Brother Fu Manduo and asked Meng Xinyin.

“What?”

Now, the Mimosa was doomed to be destroyed.

Meng Xinyin's mood was very complicated, previously, Jiang Moli went around to find Yan Chu to repair her computer, she could take her character to be careless and straightforward. She did not think about that much and explained it. But this time, she gave Yan Chu a lunchbox in her name. What's going on, ah?

She did not want to doubt her good friend, but she could not get through this hurdle.

“Have you eaten it?”

When Meng Xinyin thought that Yan Chu had really eaten that lunchbox, which was probably made by Jiang Moli herself, her breath was short.

“No, Boss Fu and Hou Ye finished eating.”

Through the phone, Meng Xinyin could hear Yan Chu's soft laughter, because after pa.s.sing through the telephone receiver, there was a feeling of crispness when playing back to the ear.

“My family's Yinyin is pampered[2], where is one who can make a lunchbox, ah. So, in the beginning, I thought that it was not made by you. Furthermore, if you, this little vinegar bottle, make a lunchbox yourself, you won't let Jiang Moli deliver it to me.”

Meng Xinyin was relieved, but then a little bit unconvinced.

“Why can't I make a lunchbox, and who's the little vinegar bottle?”

She wanted to refute Yan Chu, but she thought about it carefully. She never seemed to cook meals. At most, when her aunt asked for leave at home, she asked for some takeout.

She swore in her heart that when she came home this holiday, she would practice her craftsmans.h.i.+p well. Then she would cook a sumptuous meal, and pow pow pow slap a certain person's face.

“Who makes me like a princess?”

Yan Chu did not seem to see the seething girl on the other side of the phone.

His voice was deep and magnetic, also soft and sweet.

“Before marriage, she won't do anything. After marriage, she doesn't need to do anything. I will spoil her like a queen. Then in a few years, she may not yet become a princess's mother. As for me, I am the king who guards the queen and the princess's eternal happiness throughout my life.”

Yan Chu did not think that it was an excessive matter for a woman to be unable to cook and clean. No one had ever stipulated that a woman was born to serve a man. The so-called Feminine Virtues and Feminine Commandments were the shackles to women in the era of male power, which should have been abandoned for a long time.

Measuring a woman's success or failure in her whole life was definitely not how efficient her housework was, how delicious her meals were, such a rigid rule. Of course, a housewife who could do all this well deserves respect from everyone.

However, Yan Chu felt that if a person had the condition not to worry about these household ch.o.r.es, and had a prospect in another job, she should not be blamed for not doing housework.

Thinking of the girl in his memory, who was always worried about her favorite oil painting and housework because she could not bear the criticism of his two elder sisters, Yan Chu hoped that this time, she would not have to worry about these things anymore.

The sweet words of men always made people could not help butch  become intoxicated in it.

Meng Xinyin was still in love for the first time. She did not know if all the men's love words were as sweet as Yan Chu's, but at this moment, she really felt that she was the luckiest girl in the world.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Xinyin was still laughing on the balcony. There was a flowerpot of Mimosa in front of the scourge.

When a girl in the dormitory came out to dry the clothes she had just hoped for, the flowerpot of Mimosa was completely and heroically sacrificed.

At last, Meng Xinyin cleaned up the remains on the balcony during her roommate's siege and signed a contract to water the flowers and plants on the balcony for one month in a row before being let go.

She took the dustpan and emptied the garbage. When she came back, she saw Jiang Moli, who sat in her own seat, chatting with some of her roommates. Thinking about what Yan Chu had just said, she suddenly looked cold. She did not know how to face her good friend.

Because she lives in the opposite department, Jiang Moli and Meng Xinyin's three roommates had a good relations.h.i.+p. They talked and laughed. Seeing Meng Xinyin come in, Jiang Moli stood up from her chair with a smile, but when her eyes saw Meng Xinyin's somewhat condensed expression, she was very keen to detect something was wrong.

Could it be that someone else saw what she sent to Yan Chu today and told Meng Xinyin?

Jiang Moli did not think it was Yan Chu who said it through. She knew that man very well. Now that the other party and Meng Xinyin were not in the deepest relations.h.i.+p, he would not tell Meng Xinyin about these groundless accusations[3], which would not only make Meng Xinyin doubt her, but also made her feel bad.

Jiang Moli didn't know that the present Yan Chu was not the former Yan Chu anymore. The relations.h.i.+p between Meng Xinyin and the other side in the last life was because the hero saved the beauty, and then steadily little by little[4] they fell in love with each other.

Meng Xinyin has never met a man who really moved her, thinking that the original body's some good affection for her was love. But now it was different. Meng Xinyin thought that Yan Chu was a treasure. Every day, when she was with him, the other side would give her a new surprise.

The families are well-matched in terms of social status[5]. He was not necessarily equal in wealth, rather spiritually. Meng Xinyin's wealth was both spiritual and material. She liked oil paintings and music. Yan Chu was also a chairman in the first world. He could talk about all the things Meng Xinyin liked and had his own opinions.

This was the spiritual congenial, which also made Meng Xinyin more like Yan Chu than Jiang Moli understood. She never doubted the other from the beginning to the end, but she had other thoughts about her.

Jiang Moli's mind turned quickly, watching Meng Xinyin behave like this. Before she spoke, she came forward and patted her shoulder. She looked like a good sister.

“You, this girlfriend, is so incompetent. I heard from Huang Jiajun in their bedroom that Yan Chu hasn't been out of the bedroom for a long time and depends on the lunchbox every day. Now, I am a volunteer and well paid. It's a very famous j.a.panese Bento store. I am plagiarizing[6] and sending it to your family's Yan Chu in your name, so don't let it slip.”

Jiang Moli smiled, and she was considering Meng Xinyin wholeheartedly.

Let's Talk Corner:

Now, the Mimosa was doomed to be destroyed.
…
…the flowerpot of Mimosa was completely and heroically sacrificed.

Kies.h.i.+: Poor Mimosa, but I thought Mimosa has thorns? Last time I pulled them, I got injured?? Or it just my hallucination???
Mona: Heroically sacrificed, lol. I am going to touch a mimosa real quick and see if they have thorns 

“Before marriage, she won't do anything. After marriage, she doesn't need to do anything. I will spoil her like a queen. Then in a few years, she may not yet become a princess's mother. As for me, I am the king who guards the queen and the princess's eternal happiness throughout my life.”

Kies.h.i.+: Where I can get a man like this???
Mona: go to sleep Kies.h.i.+, you will find him there.

This was the spiritual congenial, which also made Meng Xinyin more like Yan Chu than Jiang Moli understood. She never doubted each other from the beginning to the end, but she had other thoughts about her.

Kies.h.i.+: Yan Chu success planting the seed of doubt to his little vinegar bottle, huehehe…
Mona: some face slapping is coming soon

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[1] 三头六臂 [sān tóu liù bì]: lit. to have three heads and six arms (idiom); fig. to possess remarkable abilities; a being of formidable powers

[2] 十指不沾阳春水 [shí zhǐ bù zhān yáng chūn shuǐ]: ten fingers don't touch the spring water; a.n.a.logy of with good person family conditions, you can not personally do the laundry, do not do housework, pampered, mainly used to describe women

[3] 捕风捉影 [bǔ fēng zhuō yǐng]: lit. chasing the wind and clutching at shadows (idiom); fig. groundless accusations; to act on hearsay evidence

[4] 细水长流 [xì shuǐ cháng liú]: lit. thin streams flow forever; fig. economy will get you a long way; to work steadily at something little by little

[5] 门当户对 [méndāng hùduì]: the families are well-matched in terms of social status (idiom); (of a prospective marriage partner) an appropriate match

[6] 借花献佛 [jiè huā xiàn fó]: lit. presenting the Buddha with borrowed flowers (idiom); fig. to win favor or influence using somebody else's property; plagiarism