Chapter 937: My Wife’s Betrayal!
State Guest House. Banquet Hall!
Li Yi looked at Liang Bing’s strange and complex expression, his face instantly filled with confusion.
The surprise and curiosity weren’t so surprising—after all, when he’d been talking to Sand just a moment ago, he hadn’t used an interpreter at all, and his fluent London accent would certainly have made her feel that way.
But what the hell is with that terrified look on your face? What exactly are you questioning—my character, Li Yi’s character?
Since he had his doubts, and since it wasn’t a big deal, Li Yi decided right then and there to get to the bottom of it.
“Sis Bing, why are you looking at me like that?”
Liang Bing’s expression froze for a moment, then she said cautiously, “Are… are you okay right now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you feel dizzy, and… and want to sleep?”
“Dizzy… sleepy?”
Seeing Li Yi’s completely baffled expression, Liang Bing furrowed her brows and said, “That doesn’t make sense. Xiao Xue said your biggest weakness is that you can’t stand the sight of alcohol, let alone drink it—you can only handle two liang at most. How come you’re totally fine after downing a glass this big?”
What does “can’t stand the sight of alcohol or touch a drop” even mean… Damn, doesn’t that just mean he’s a weakling who’s full of shit and loves to party?
“Xiao Xue said that?”
As he spoke, Li Yi couldn’t help but wonder: Was this a backstab from his wife?
“Yeah. I saw you down that huge glass just now. I was afraid you’d actually crawl under the table like Xiao Xue said, and I was also worried you’d get drunk and cause a scene in front of all these people—that would be a huge embarrassment!” Liang Bing said.
Li Yi immediately understood where Liang Bing’s earlier look of fear had come from—she didn’t trust his drinking habits!
But on second thought, if he’d been drinking baijiu just now, Liang Bing’s concern really wouldn’t have been unfounded.
“I may not be able to handle much baijiu, but I’m fine with red wine!” Li Yi explained.
“Oh, I see. Then I worried for nothing!”
Liang Bing quickly changed the subject: “By the way, I noticed you spoke English so fluently just now, and with a standard London accent. So why do you need an interpreter?”
Li Yi smiled and said, “Who says knowing English means you don’t need a translator? In formal diplomatic settings, even if you understand the other party’s language, you must speak your own country’s language. That’s the rule—it’s diplomatic etiquette.”
“Besides, Sister Bing, don’t you think having an interpreter by your side—especially a beautiful one—is pretty cool?”
“So you’re saying you’re thrilled to have me play the role of the green leaves that衬托 this bright red flower?” Liang Bing retorted.
Li Yi had originally wanted to tell her that all this talk of “complement” was just him showing off.
But considering she was a young woman, and given that social norms were still relatively conservative these days, saying that could easily be misinterpreted.
So he just smiled and said, “By the way, Sister Bing, how much do you usually get paid for a translation gig like this?”
“Why do you ask? You’re not thinking of becoming a translator yourself, are you?”
Before Li Yi could answer, she continued, “Wait, that’s not right. My dad said you’re quite capable, especially when it comes to making money—you’re a real pro. You’d probably look down on such a small fee!”
“What, isn’t your fee very high?” Li Yi asked with a smile.
“Ten yuan for a one-time translation job. If they need you to accompany them all day, at least twenty yuan!” Liang Bing replied.
“That’s not bad!”
While the pay was certainly higher than what ordinary people earned, it wasn’t exactly outrageous.
Li Yi recalled that when he first went abroad years ago, he hired a senior interpreter who charged 1,000 yuan a day—and wouldn’t budge on the price.
Keep in mind that was back in the 1990s—only about a decade or so ago.
By comparison, Liang Bing’s rate was a steal!
Seeing that Liang Bing still had questions, Li Yi glanced at his watch and said, “Sis Bing, it’s almost eight. I’m heading out—what about you? Want to go back together?”
Liang Bing thought for a moment and said, “My job today was to translate for you. Since you’re heading back, there’s nothing left for me to do here. Let’s go together!”
“Let’s go, then!”
With that, Li Yi stood up and walked out of the banquet hall with Liang Bing.
Outside the hall, Zhang Ziqiang and Zhou Wen were waiting for him.
Seeing Li Yi emerge, the two immediately stepped forward to escort him and Liang Bing to the nearby parking lot.
The Liang family’s residence wasn’t far from Li Yi’s; both were near the Forbidden City, so there was no need to take a detour.
After the car started moving, Liang Bing kept glancing at Li Yi beside her. Her mouth opened and closed, but she never spoke, looking as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t bring herself to do so.
After waiting a moment and seeing she still hadn’t spoken, Li Yi couldn’t help but shake his head. With a touch of exasperation, he said, “Sis Bing, just say what’s on your mind. If you don’t speak up soon, we’ll be at your place before you know it!”
“Well… I just wanted to ask, is what you said back then true?” Liang Bing said, mustering her courage.
“What thing? You mean the thing about you marrying my husband?”
“Um…”
“Does it really matter if it’s true or not? When it comes to gods, spirits, and the supernatural, it’s always been a matter of belief—if you believe, it works; if you don’t, it doesn’t. It has nothing to do with whether it’s true or not!” Li Yi said.
“So, should we really move up the wedding date?” Liang Bing asked.
“That’s entirely up to you. I’ve simply told you exactly what I saw. Whether you choose to believe it or not is not for me to decide!”
Li Yi was no saint, much less a savior; he had absolutely no interest in forcibly altering others’ destinies.
Apart from Jiang Xue and his older sister—whose fates he had forcibly altered to help them defy heaven and rewrite their destinies—Li Yi had approached the rest, such as Wang Anguo, Li Gang, and Jiang Longcheng, with the mindset that “Buddha saves those with karmic ties, and medicine cures only incurable illnesses.”
Having lived two lifetimes, Li Yi had long since seen through the hearts and nature of people.
Just because you forcefully intervene to change someone’s fate doesn’t mean they’ll necessarily be grateful.
That’s just wishful thinking on your part; you might even save someone only to have them resent you for meddling.
So, when it came to Liang Bing and her husband, Li Yi’s approach was the same: if he felt a twinge of guilt, he’d offer a gentle reminder.
As for letting him make decisions for them? Sorry, that’s not his style!
Liang Bing was about to ask for clarification when she heard Li Yi say again, “Sis Bing, we’re here!”
Liang Bing glanced out the car window and saw that they had indeed arrived at her doorstep.
She immediately opened the car door and stepped out.
But just as she was about to close the door, Liang Bing asked again, “By the way, what did you mean when you told that Bill earlier that their prime minister was going to take a nasty fall here?”
“Exactly what I said!”
With that, Li Yi said no more!
Seeing this, Liang Bing immediately closed the car door and watched as the car drove out of sight.
Even after the car had vanished from sight, Liang Bing remained standing in the same spot, unable to bring herself to leave.
Just as Liang Bing’s mind was in a whirl, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out from behind her: “What are you staring at so intently?”
The sudden voice startled Liang Bing. She turned her head and realized her father had somehow appeared behind her.
“Dad, you walk so quietly—you scared the life out of me!”
“How could I be silent? You were so distracted you didn’t even hear me!”
Then Liang’s father added, “By the way, Bingbing, who was that guy who just walked you home?”
“It was Li Yi!”
“Li Yi… Jiang Laosan’s son-in-law?”
“Yes, that’s him!”
“Weren’t you out on a mission today? How did you run into him? Did he attend the state banquet?” Liang’s father asked, puzzled.
“Yeah, I was working as his interpreter today!”
Then Liang Bing spoke again: “Dad, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about!”
“What is it?”
“Come on, let’s talk inside!”
With that, Liang Bing took her father by the hand and headed toward the courtyard…
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