The Villainess's Heartthrob Script: I Can Talk to Animals

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Michelle’s Marriage

Renee Jennings flashed a perfect, eight-toothed smile. "So, are you happy you met me?"

"Hmm..." The Green Iguana thought seriously for a moment. "The name you gave this one just now... this one likes it very much."

Although it hadn’t answered her question, Renee played along. "Are you talking about ’Green Hat’?"

"Yes."

"I was actually just kidding. If you really want a name, how about ’Emerald’?"

"It doesn’t sound good." The Green Iguana shook its head. "This one still thinks ’Green Hat’ sounds better."

Renee: "..."

The Green Iguana announced solemnly, "This one has decided. From now on, this one will be called Green Hat."

Renee hesitated. "If you insist, then I’ll respect your decision."

"Human, what did you say your name was?"

"Call me Renee."

"Hello, Renee. This one is called Green Hat."

Renee: "..."

She tried her best to hold back her laughter and greeted him seriously. "Hello, Green Hat."

Michelle Fuller was listening from the side, a look of complete confusion on her face.

’Green Hat?’

Renee leaned in and whispered in her ear, "It was a name I made up on the spot. It actually fell in love with it."

Michelle Fuller: "..."

Renee asked, "Green Hat, are you hungry?"

Green Hat climbed down from its basking hammock on its sharp, curved claws. "I am a little hungry. That old human didn’t feed this one tonight."

"Hold on, let me find your food." Renee found the feed, then did a quick online search for a Green Iguana’s dietary habits.

She held out a leaf. "Do you eat this?"

Green Hat glanced at the leaf, then looked back at Renee and tilted its head. "Is there nothing else?"

Renee rummaged through the feed box again. "How about grass?"

Green Hat: "This one wants to eat something sweet."

’Alright, a picky iguana.’

Renee read online that Green Iguanas like sweet foods, such as bananas, oranges, and apples.

She glanced to the side. "Michelle, bring some fruit."

"Okay," Michelle Fuller agreed, quickly walking out of the study.

"The fruit’s here." She returned quickly, carrying a platter of fruit.

"What do you want to eat?" Renee let Green Hat choose for itself.

It raised a sharp claw and pointed at a banana through the glass. "That one’s good. It’s not hard to eat."

Renee picked up the banana and waved it. "This one?"

Green Hat nodded vigorously. "Yes."

Renee broke the banana into small pieces and fed them to it.

As she fed it, she asked, "Green Hat, can I ask you something?"

"You may," Green Hat agreed readily.

Renee: "Did you see the old man who feeds you every day pass out tonight?"

"Pass out?" Green Hat asked, its words muffled as it chewed on the banana. "What does ’pass out’ mean?"

"It means falling to the ground, like this." Renee lay down on the floor to demonstrate.

Green Hat: "I saw that. This one thought he’d fallen asleep. This one kept telling him not to sleep, because he hadn’t fed this one dinner yet."

Renee: "Then do you remember what he and another human were talking about before he passed out?"

Green Hat’s two deep, ink-green eyes darted around as if thinking and recalling.

Renee and Michelle Fuller exchanged a glance, waiting patiently.

"I think something like that did happen."

"Can you tell us in detail?"

Green Hat sank into its memories. "A male human, a bit older than you, came looking for the old human..."

Michelle Fuller’s second cousin-uncle, Ronan Fuller, had come to see Mr. Fuller. The two sat down in the study to chat.

At first, Mr. Fuller was very happy to see his nephew, Ronan Fuller. He even took out his treasured tea leaves to serve him.

After a few cups of tea, Ronan Fuller brought up the purpose of his visit.

"Uncle, I believe Michelle is twenty-four this year, and she isn’t even engaged yet."

"Oh, her. She’s always saying she hasn’t grown up yet." A kind smile appeared on Mr. Fuller’s face. "And she is still young, really. There’s no rush."

"Twenty-four and no rush?" Ronan Fuller pursed his lips. "When I was her age, I already had two sons."

Mr. Fuller chuckled. "Times are different, and so are people’s mindsets."

Ronan Fuller shook his head in disagreement. "Uncle, you’re getting muddle-headed. Women aren’t like men. A man’s in his prime at forty, but a woman at forty is already past her expiry date."

"Ron, that’s not a good way to think." Mr. Fuller’s smile vanished, and he frowned at his nephew. "Modern society advocates for gender equality. You shouldn’t look at women with such prejudice."

"That’s what they say," a flicker of contempt crossed Ronan Fuller’s eyes, "but it’s impossible to actually achieve."

Mr. Fuller sighed helplessly. "Your thinking is too backwards. You need to keep up with the times."

Ronan Fuller changed the subject. "Uncle, I actually came to see you today on official business."

"What is it?" Mr. Fuller picked up his teacup and blew on the surface.

Ronan: "It’s about Michelle’s marriage!"

Mr. Fuller paused mid-sip, looking up at him. His tone was cool. "You don’t need to worry about Michelle’s marriage. Even I, her grandfather, am not worried."

"Uncle, that’s where you’re wrong," Ronan Fuller said with a smile. "Michelle isn’t seventeen or eighteen anymore. It’s time to be concerned. And I happen to have a suitable candidate in mind."

Mr. Fuller had no expectation that he would suggest anyone decent and waved a dismissive hand. "It’s not my decision to make."

"How is it not your decision? You’re Michelle’s grandfather," Ronan said. "Uncle, my brother-in-law has a son, about the same age as Michelle. I only just found out a couple of days ago that he’s had his eye on Michelle for a long time, so I hurried over to ask on his behalf. I’m all for it. At least we know his background."

Mr. Fuller frowned. "Your brother-in-law’s son?"

After thinking it over, his expression darkened immediately. "That son of his is in his early thirties, isn’t he? And wasn’t he arrested for doing drugs a couple of years ago?"

"Uncle, everyone’s young and foolish once," Ronan said dismissively. "Besides, he’s a changed man now. And with me as her uncle, they wouldn’t dare bully Michelle if she marries into their family."

"If that’s what you came to talk about, you can leave now." Mr. Fuller’s aged face was filled with anger. "I’m telling you right now: he is not good enough for Michelle."

Ronan was now unhappy as well. He snorted coldly. "How is he not good enough? You think Michelle is so great? She’s average-looking, spoiled, arrogant, and spends money like water..."

"And I’ve also heard she sleeps around with any man who asks, and has even had several abortions..."

"You bastard!" Mr. Fuller, unable to contain his fury, slammed his hands on the table and shot to his feet. "You’re her elder! How can you spread such rumors about your own niece? Have you no shame?"

Ronan sneered. "Uncle, of course I have shame. It’s your granddaughter who’s shameless. You should be counting your lucky stars that someone is still willing to marry her..."

"Get the hell out!" Mr. Fuller’s face was flushed red with rage, his breathing ragged. He grabbed a teacup and threw it at Ronan, then swayed and collapsed.

Seeing this, Ronan fled, shouting as he ran, "This has nothing to do with me...!"