lovenovelstory Chapter 87 The War Between Two Women
Chapter 87 The War Between Two Women
Lin Yuan drove with the speed of a race car all the way, and when he pushed open the door of his house with the feeling of going to the execution ground, the commotion inside made him hold his breath instantly.
The TV in the living room was playing some unknown variety show, but nobody was watching it.
The dining table and kitchen were transformed into two battlefields.
Lin Yuan's parents were sitting on the sofa. His mother was holding a handful of sunflower seeds, while his father was wearing reading glasses and pretending to read the newspaper, but his eyes kept glancing towards the dining table.
Huang Lizhi sat on a small stool, holding a cucumber in his hand, munching on it with relish, his big eyes sparkling with excitement.
Upon seeing Lin Yuan enter, Huang Lizhi immediately mouthed three words to him: "Shura Field".
Mom raised an eyebrow, lowered her voice, and beckoned to Lin Yuan: "Son, come here and sit here. Mom will give you a perfect spectator spot."
Lin Yuan: ...
"You're back? Wash your hands and get ready to eat dumplings."
Mihoko's voice was gentle as water. She was wearing an apron, her belly slightly protruding, and she was slowly and methodically placing a dumpling, wrapped perfectly like a gold ingot, on the lid.
On the other side, Lee Ji-eun, dressed in slightly oversized loungewear with a smear of flour on her face, was gritting her teeth and struggling with the dough in her hands.
"Hmph, what's the use of some people making pretty dumplings when the skin is as thick as a pancake?"
Lin Yuan swallowed hard and forced himself to walk over: "Um... I'll help..."
"Need not!"
"Sit down, darling."
Two voices rang out simultaneously.
Lee Ji-eun glared fiercely at Lin Yuan, her eyes filled with the question, "You big pervert, what did you do last night and this morning?"
Mieko wore a virtuous smile, but the smile seemed to carry a sense of certainty.
Lin Yuan looked to his mother for help, but she turned her head away and continued cracking sunflower seeds, whispering something to his father while her eyes darted back and forth between the two women.
"Honey, what do you think about letting Xiaoyuan marry them both? Two daughters-in-law, oh my, I'm so excited just thinking about it."
Lin Tian rolled his eyes at his wife, looking at her like she was an idiot. "You really dare to think that way. There's never been a tradition of two women sharing one husband in my Lin family. If he dares to do that, I'll break his legs."
Jin Meilan rolled her eyes at him. "Isn't that person the same? I remember that guy surnamed Li called you, but I accidentally hung up on him."
!!!
"When? Where? What did she say?"
Lin Tian ended up with a bunch of air.
Soon, the dumplings were put into the pot and quickly served steaming hot.
At the rectangular dining table, the seating arrangement instantly becomes extremely subtle.
Lin Yuan was forcibly placed in the "main seat" in the middle, with Mihoko smiling on his left and Lee Ji-eun with her arms crossed on his right.
Meanwhile, Dad, Mom, and Huang Lizhi sat down opposite each other with perfect understanding, their three heads lined up neatly, as if watching some kind of international drama.
Mihoko used serving chopsticks to pick up a dumpling and elegantly placed it in Lin Yuan's bowl. Then she smiled slightly at Lee Ji-eun and said, "Here, Miss Lee, try this."
This is a dipping sauce made with the white sugar you specially brought today. My dear, you love sweets the most.
Lee Ji-eun gritted her teeth in anger as she looked at the dumplings in Lin Yuan's bowl.
How could she not realize that Mieko was subtly mocking her petulant act of "bringing a bag of sugar to her door"? She was also asserting her dominance and showing off how well she was being a wife.
"Eating too much sugar is bad for your teeth, especially for someone who, at their age, still craves sweets like a child. Aren't they afraid of getting diabetes?" Lee Ji-eun sneered, turning to stare at Lin Yuan. "Lin Yuan, don't you think so?"
Lin Yuan's hand, which was about to reach for the chopsticks, froze in mid-air.
"Ahem, actually I..." Lin Yuan was about to laugh it off when a low gasp suddenly came from his left.
"Oh... the baby seems to have kicked me just now." Mihoko frowned slightly, gently placing one hand on her lower abdomen, her face radiating a sacred yet fragile maternal glow.
Upon hearing this, Lin's mother immediately became anxious: "Oh dear, Huizi, are you tired?" Then she nudged Lin Yuan and said anxiously, "Xiao Yuan, what are you standing there for? Quickly massage your wife's back and get her a bowl of soup!"
Lin Yuan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly got up to serve soup to Mei Huizi.
Mihoko took the soup bowl, her eyes glancing intentionally or unintentionally at Lee Ji-eun, adopting the demeanor of an "expectant mother."
Lee Ji-eun was watching from the side, her eyes practically blazing with anger.
You vixen! It's definitely intentional! She's only been a few months and she's already kicked him? Are you taking advantage of the fact that she's never had a child?!
Lee Ji-eun grew angrier the more she thought about it. Suddenly, she stuck her foot out from under the table and stomped hard on Lin Yuan's instep with her high heel, grinding it down forcefully.
(Don't ask why I'm wearing high heels at home, because I'll need them later.)
"Hiss!" Lin Yuan gasped, his face instantly turning red.
"Oppa, what's wrong with you? Why is your face as red as a monkey's bottom?" Hwang Ye-ji, who was eating melon seeds across from him, asked innocently with a dumpling in her hand.
My mom chimed in at this point, "Lychee, don't pay any attention to him, he's been constipated lately."
"N-nothing, it's just so delicious, I'm so touched I cried." Lin Yuan forced a smile and looked at Li Zhi'en pleadingly.
Lee Ji-eun snorted coldly, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth. While chewing vigorously, she stared intently at Lin Yuan, her eyes seeming as if she were chewing Lin Yuan's flesh, not a dumpling.
Mihoko witnessed everything, but instead of getting angry, she smiled and peeled a hard-boiled egg, placing it on Lee Ji-eun's plate.
"Ms. Lee, you're going back to Seoul tomorrow to prepare for your concert, right? I've heard being an idol is tough. Eat more and get some protein, don't overwork yourself, after all... youth is your greatest asset."
This statement seems to imply: You're just a young idol who's busy working outside, while I'm a housewife who's settled at home.
Lee Ji-eun almost broke the chopsticks in her hand.
The atmosphere at the dining table was eerily tense.
Lin Yuan was caught between two women, with a gentle knife on his left and a volcanic eruption on his right. He felt like a sandwich cookie with the cream inside almost squeezed out.
He weakly raised his head and looked at his parents across from him, who were drinking their soup with a clear conscience.
Lin's father received his son's distress signal, coughed, put down his chopsticks, pushed up his non-existent glasses, and said with a serious expression, "Um... Yuan'er."
A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Lin Yuan's eyes: Dad! Save me!
He glanced at his mother smugly, as if to say, "See, Dad is still the most reliable one."
Jin Meilan scoffed, thinking to herself, "You just wait, son. Your father loves watching the show even more than I do."
Mr. Lin took a deep breath and said very seriously, "Today's dumplings are filled with chives and eggs. Next time, remember to put less salt in them; it's better for pregnant women."
As for the sugar that Ji-eun brought... we can save it for your mom to make braised pork later.
Finally...you all continue, don't worry about me.
As he spoke, he thumped his chest and gave Lin Yuan a knowing look.
Lin Yuan: ? ? ? No, please stop!
Looking at Hwang Yee-ji, the girl had quietly moved all the delicious dishes in front of Lee Ji-eun and Mihoko to her own front.
He was watching the play while frantically eating, his cheeks bulging out, looking just like a hamster hoarding food.
Lin Yuan looked out the window in despair. The night outside was beautiful, but he felt that he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.