Third Uncle Cheng left after dinner, and Cheng Su was holding back a belly full of anger. She hadn't expected Zhang Jisheng to be like this. Honest? Pah!
Just a few suggestive words from others, and he became restless, ready to stray while his wife was away?
Third Uncle said he didn't see him, but once someone is tempted and has the thought, who knows if he might sneak off on his own when he's not with his coworkers?
The mere thought of that scene made Cheng Su's skin crawl, and she felt like vomiting.
She was acutely aware that these so-called "misses" would become increasingly prevalent with the passage of time. They seemed not too common now, but come the nineties, there would be plenty.
These people were controlled by others. It would be fine if it was just honest business, but the real fear was the traps they set—that's when the trouble starts.
"Xiaoying, how many days has it been since your Brother Zhang came here for a meal?" Cheng Su suddenly asked.
