Madam Lu started worrying about her best friend, Madam Li, after she moved on from the grief. The two of them sat on the swing on a sunny afternoon as they each held a cup of milk tea in their hands. Madam Lu squinted her eyes as she asked, “Li, is your son, Zhanming, dating anyone?”
Madam Li was enjoying her milk tea, and she found it delicious. When Madam Lu mentioned that, she glared at her. “Cuifen, I was in such a good mood. Why did you have to mention that rascal? He’s such a disappointment!”
She kept getting asked by her friends because her son was still single, and after some time, she had given up on her son.
“Li, since Zhengzhe and Yingluo passed, I keep feeling that life is short. Time flies, so we have to do something meaningful in this limited time.” Madam Lu sighed.
“Like what?” Madam Li leaned over.
“Let’s sneak a woman into his bed tonight to mix things up!” Madam Lu suggested secretively.