“Don’t worry. used back. From now on, brother will you here!”
I slapped him again.
“Brother foot.”
6
On the way after finishing work the followed the way.
Her words grew venomous.
“Don’t think he’ll you because he touched you. He’s been countless women outside, eventually paid off dismissed.”
“Not every street chicken gets become phoenix. suggest you stay in your lane.”
I looked like she was idiot.
Handed over phone ongoing call.
Song froze.
Jiang Xuan’s voice came through the speaker:
“Song Huilan. Say that again.”
I turned off speakerphone.
Shrugged innocently tearful expression.
“Can’t blame anyone but your loud sis.”
7
I acknowledged brother.
But repeatedly warned him not reveal relationship or in public.
He looked devastated, asking why.
I said no reason.
Since heaven gave chance, Jiang was already didn’t need around him anymore.
I wanted make up never attending college.
Of course, reason:
This troublemaker ex-romances!
Just this three or four his girlfriends”. get dragged into his mess some catfight.
Reborn, wanted focus on studies.
But Jiang wouldn’t let me.
8
Next morning’s class.
The room erupted as private helicopter’s roar approached, landing on the teaching building roof.
Someone the building shouted “Holy shit! It’s Jiang Xuan!”
Crowds watch.
Song Huilan’s friends started jeering.
“Lanlan, he’s here you right?”
“You’re lucky Jiang Xuan. Unlike some who themselves men, thinking nobility.”
The comment was deliberately loud.
Mocking gazes swept over me.
Clearly yesterday’s events.
Her clique now like justice warriors against me, the “shameless mistress”.
I glanced them.
...Whatever.
No arguing fools.
Jiang Xuan’s arrival didn’t worry after yesterday’s warnings, he wouldn’t cause trouble.
But mistook silence.
Freshly reapplied makeup, she elbowed me: “Just wait. When marry Jiang I’ll skin you alive.”
Me: “...”
What deadly declaration.
How terrifying~
Before the whole class, strutted out like peacock, ensuring everyone knew Jiang came her.
Just as thought too, the speakers crackled.
Jiang Xuan’s infuriating voice campus-wide:
“To Jiang Nan-zhi from Chinese Literature Class 3: Jiang says he’ll be your brother now.”
Repeating endlessly.
My scalp prickled, fists itching.
Under stunned stares, deadpan the broadcast room.
Everywhere “Jiang Nan-zhi, Jiang will you.”
I was ready hands.
Met mid-way, face jealousy.
“You bitch—
I backhanded her.
“Move. Good dogs don’t block the way.”
Found Jiang in the broadcast room.
Hall lined black-suited bodyguards. He sat like king, staff cowering nearby.
Seeing me, his cold eyes up.
Before he could boast, pointed sharply silence him.
The staff fled awkwardly.
Alone, yanked his ear:
“Ignoring warnings?”
“Why put the female lead’s plot on me?!”
In Jiang pursued heroine Lin Ya over-the-top gestures.
This helicopter declaration belonged her, yet somehow became the target.
He whined, clutching his ear:
“You told resist the plot! is resisting!”
“I obeyed!”
9
My head throbbed.
Released him pinch his cheek:
“So your scapegoat?”
“Stop this nonsense. want study. you’re rich bored, donate buildings instead!”
During break, crowds gathered outside.
To avoid campus tabloids, distanced myself, rubbed his red reissued warnings, left.
Next morning, eyelid twitched.
Jiang Xuan’s chat stayed silent since yesterday.
Quiet kid means trouble brewing.
Anxiety churned morning.
Did go hard? Hurt him?
