The Stage

"All right, all right, I won't laugh anymore. Husband, don't go." Under Luo Juanhua's tugging, Lu Juren finally sat back down in the recliner.

The recliner was a little cramped with two people lying on it, but neither of them cared.

"Husband, honestly, I don't regret marrying you. You're a bit useless, sure, but you've got a good heart."

Lu Juren lay there, listening as his wife opened her heart to him.

"If someone else struck it rich, they'd definitely go looking for a concubine, but you wouldn't."

"When Xiuer was born, the moment your father saw she was a girl, his face went black as the bottom of a pot. But you were happy as a monkey."

At that, Luo Juanhua suddenly remembered something. She immediately craned her neck up, a sly glint appearing on her face.

"Hey, did your father ever say that after he died, he'd definitely leave this theater to you? Like, any written deed or something?"

"Ahem." Lu Juren coughed lightly and turned over. "Why bring my father into this?"

"Tch! How can you not get into the details? I'm telling you, don't be fooled by that dumb-looking younger brother of yours. He's sharp as a tack inside. Don't let all the good things end up being snatched by the younger one."

Lu Juren suddenly sat up, his expression becoming somewhat puzzled.

"Don't try to run every time this comes up. Without this theater, when we're old, are you and I supposed to beg on the streets?"

"No, listen. Why has the opera outside stopped singing?"

Hearing that, Luo Juanhua immediately cocked her ear and listened. Sure enough, there was no more opera singing from the theater out front. Instead, there was a growing clamor. "What's going on? Did they botch the performance?"

"You stay