Starlight Has No Past - Chapter 8 Part 3

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.

Starlight Has No Past

Chapter 8 Part 3

The girl at the next table suddenly called out in an annoying voice and
walked towards Ye Qiao.

She boldly asked Ye Qiao as she giggled: “Jiejie, I lost Truth and Dare
with my classmate. I have to get your phone number for him. Could you
please give me your number?”

So they weren’t a couple, classmates?

Ye Qiao glanced over at Zhou Tingsheng on purpose. When a man and
a woman sat together and someone else asked for the woman’s number,
it could only mean that, in addition to the fact that the woman was pretty,
the man wasn’t much of a deterrence. Though they weren’t even friends,
but with Zhou Tingsheng’s temperament, he shouldn’t be just sitting there
playing with his lighter, pretending that nothing had happened.

Ye Qiao took the girl’s cell phone and swiftly punched in a line of characters.

The girl didn’t expect that she would give her number in front of the man.
She hesitated when she took the phone back, but then happily said:
“Thank you, jiejie.”

However, young girl, your hesitation had given you away; only the young boy
couldn’t tell at his age.

The girl turned the phone on and saw the line, “Go after him if you like him.
Don’t bother asking a phone number for him.” She turned to look at Ye Qiao
in shock.

Ye Qiao had turned to chat with the man across the table, smiling brightly.

The boy who asked her to get the number: “Did you get it? I don’t believe you’re
bold enough to ask it.”

The girl hastily hid her phone: “I got it. But I won’t give it to you!”

The items Ye Qiao ordered arrived at the table: pig aorta, pig stomach, pig brain,
and beef tripes.

Zhou Tingsheng’s order was delivered right after. It was bowls of green vegetables;
they sat on the table like a row of potted plants.

The soup base was the same for both, very spicy.

Ye Qiao wasn’t shy about her penchant for strong flavors. She opened a can of beer:
“If you use such spicy and oily soup to cook the vegetables, it isn’t much healthier.”

Zhou Tingsheng: “Being vegetarian is just for being healthy?”

She thought about the medieval religious decorations in his home: “Are you really a
Christian?”

But she had never heard of Christians being vegetarians like the Buddhists.

Zhou Tingsheng unbuttoned the first button on his shirt and pulled out a cross which
still carried the warmth of his body. He kissed the cross: “I don’t look like one?”

This was the second time he had asked the question. The answer seemed obvious,
but Ye Qiao still answered: “......You don’t.”

Zhou Tingsheng dropped the vegetables into the bubbling red soup: “That’s right.”

He helped her put the disgusting looking pig brain into the pot. Ye Qiao could clearly
see his Adam’s apple slowly move up and down. He turned his face away and looked
like he was about to throw up.

Ye Qiao then realized that he didn’t eat any internal organs not because of God, but
because of himself.

Ye Qiao: “You don’t eat this stuff, but how about meat? You don’t eat any meat?”

Zhou Tingsheng had already calmed down, putting some leafy vegetables into the
pot: “No.”

Ye Qiao deliberately put some tender pig brain into her mouth and observed his
expression: “What about seafood?”

“Only sometimes.” Zhou Tingsheng didn’t give much of a reaction, cooking the
vegetables without much change in facial expression.

Ye Qiao pulled open a can of beer for him too and toasted with him: “Then drink with
me. It’s not much fun to eat grass.”

Zhou Tingsheng incited by her words and watching her down half a can of beer:
“Don’t you pass out here tonight.”

Ye Qiao laughed: “I won’t.”

One can’t believe a woman’s words.

Especially, the words of a woman that had just fallen out of love.

Zhou Tingsheng watched Ye Qiao became less and less coherent, then she started
to cry and fuss. He thought he might have gone too far.

Ye Qiao had already drunk some red wine earlier in the evening and now she had
cleared out all the cans on the table. When she fell on the table and stopped talking,
he began to wonder if she was a goner.

He went over to flip open an eyelid, fortunately, she was only sleeping.

“Ye Qiao?”

No answer.

“Ye Qiao.”

She was as quiet as a tamed little animal.

-- --Damn, she has the gall to sleep while drinking with a rapist.

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.