"That's just an angry retort, a form of coquetry, you understand? For example, when a woman says, 'Ugh, die already,' she doesn't actually hate..."
Feng Chen originally wanted to explain patiently, but he didn't know how to, so he could only wave his hand, "Forget it, you don't have a wife, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."
"Are you saying, she's lying to me?" Wang Haizhu asked doubtfully.
"Exactly, she said that just to prevent me from finding her. She knows very well that even twenty years ago, you wouldn't have been able to kill me."
Feng Chen took several drags of his cigarette and asked, "Can you tell me where she is now?"
"She didn't say, but she calls me on my birthday every year. My birthday's still three months away,"
Wang Haizhu explained.
"Come on, brother! Come have a smoke with Huazi." Feng Chen pulled out another cigarette and put it into Wang Haizhu's mouth, chuckling as he said, "Where do you live? I'll come to celebrate your birthday."