Chapter 1030 - 485: Reminiscing About the Past (Third Update)

Chapter 1030: Chapter 485: Reminiscing About the Past (Third Update)

Two drones quietly hovered above the living room, filming in their direction.

Lawrence Winters was very mindful of his behavior, as it wouldn’t look good to be captured on film.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Fang sat casually, her legs slanted together in front, back straight, appearing very poised and composed.

Compared to Miss Tang, who exuded a seductive charm from her eyes and brows, they were completely different types.

Mr. Zhuge’s voice became more amiable, "Yes, please tell us. We’re listening. The more information we have on this matter, the better we can make the right judgment."

"Alright, then I’ll speak truthfully." Mrs. Fang slightly lowered her head, revealing her neatly permed shoulder-length hair.

"This matter still needs to be traced back to several decades ago."

Lawrence Winters interrupted her at this point, "Mrs. Fang, may I ask, several decades ago, specifically how many years? Since you personally experienced this, surely you wouldn’t forget which year it started?"

When a woman realizes her husband is having an affair, she usually remembers all the details vividly.

If Mrs. Fang truly cared about her husband and preferred to deal with the mistress rather than divorce, she should remember clearly when this all started.

After Lawrence asked, Mrs. Fang’s head dropped a bit more, and she replied in a low voice, "...It should have been thirty-five years ago."

Lawrence Winters: "..."

"Thirty-five years ago? Were you already married to Mr. Yu at that time?"

She recalled that Mrs. Fang should be under fifty years old, so how could she be married before eighteen?

Mrs. Fang quickly shook her head, "No, I didn’t know my husband back then."

Lawrence Winters: "..."

You didn’t even know your husband, so what’s there to be jealous about?

Lawrence muttered this complaint internally, without voicing it aloud.

Mr. Zhuge was displeased with Lawrence’s frequent interruptions and said with a mild annoyance, "Friend Lawrence, let’s hear Mrs. Fang finish her story before you continue with the questions."

Lawrence Winters nodded, smiling charmingly, "Alright, I’ll wait until Mrs. Fang finishes before asking."

Mrs. Fang lifted her head, quickly glanced at them, then lowered her gaze to the handkerchief in her hand and spoke methodically, "Thirty-five years ago, according to Mr. Yu, was when he first met Miss Tang’s mother."

"At that time, my husband was just a middle school student, and his favorite pastime was playing tennis."

"Miss Tang’s mother was a ball boy at the tennis court, the kind that fetches the balls everywhere."

"My husband was tall and handsome from a young age, with a good family background. He was pursued not only by Chinese girls but also by many Caucasians. They all liked him."

Mrs. Fang’s tone held a hint of proud satisfaction.

Lawrence Winters found the story intriguing and suddenly felt a chill as though he was being watched, a very palpable sense of being spied on.

Lawrence, with his keen senses, didn’t act hastily but instead smirked slightly, feigning interest and slowly reclined onto the sofa with his arms folded across his chest.

This way, he could protect his back, avoiding exposure to unknown surveillance.

Sure enough, once he reclined on the sofa, that prickly feeling disappeared.

Mrs. Fang reminisced, a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"...My husband was always good-tempered, never yelling at the ball boys. Miss Tang’s mother, being quite small and not very fast, wasn’t as timely in fetching balls as others, resulting in her being scolded by one of my husband’s friends."

"My husband couldn’t bear it and spoke kindly on her behalf, leading the girl to fall for him at first sight."

"Later, whenever my husband went to play tennis, this girl insisted on being his ball boy, helping fetch balls for him."

"My husband, being kind-hearted, appreciated her help and would bring gifts for her every time he went."

"The gifts were small, trivial things—not worth much. Sometimes a cup of Haagen-Dazs rum raisin ice cream, a small basket of freshly picked cherries, or a bottle of Chanel perfume, maybe a L’Oreal lipstick—not worth much, but for that girl, beyond what she could afford."

Lawrence Winters secretly pondered, even a Chanel perfume from thirty-five years ago wouldn’t be considered "not worth much"...

Mrs. Fang sighed, her tone grew melancholy, "Think about it—a handsome young man with a good background, kind-hearted and athletic—which girl wouldn’t be moved?"

"I really hold no ill feelings toward Miss Tang’s mother."

"A graceful young lady, a gentleman pursues zealously. Conversely, a young and attractive lad, a girl would dream of him."

"Just like that, they fell in love."

"Both were each other’s first love, and because one cherished the other, the other admired in return, their relationship was particularly harmonious."

"Our family was originally close with my husband’s family; our grandparents and parents were very familiar with each other. However, I had always been studying in Europe and wasn’t familiar with my husband."

"That summer, our family moved from Europe to here and began to connect more with my husband’s family."

"My husband’s parents weren’t pleased with their son dating a poor girl working as a ball boy, but they didn’t stop them either."

"Only after our family moved here, his parents became very hospitable and frequently invited our family to their seaside vacation home."

"To be somewhat immodest, I was quite beautiful when I was young; a simple smile would bring me heaps of gifts and love letters. Thus, I seldom smiled, but upon seeing my husband for the first time, I smiled happily."

Her smile grew even more radiant, and if we erase the years, we could indeed glimpse the beauty of her youth.

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Here’s the third update.

Good night, everyone.

Kisses to the group!