At the convenience store next to the hotel, Jiang Fuyue stocked up on bottled water for the next few days.
Shopkeeper: “Twelve bottles, that’s exactly one case. Want me to just give you a whole box?”
“It’s hard to carry. Better put them in bags.”
“You staying next door at the Chunfeng Hotel?”
Jiang Fuyue nodded.
The shopkeeper clapped his hands. “Perfect. I’ll have someone deliver it straight to your room. It’s so close anyway.”
Since there was delivery, Jiang Fuyue went ahead and bought four more cases, leaving the room numbers so the shopkeeper could send one each to Xu Jing, Ling Xuan, Tan Jiaxu, and Chen Cheng.
She never used the hotel’s kettles—who knew what had been in them before? It was safer to drink bottled water than risk an upset stomach. That would be a real disaster.
“No problem!” The shopkeeper readily agreed.
Delivering one box or five made no difference—as long as it was a paying order, the more the better.
As Jiang Fuyue left, the shopkeeper even gave her a skewer of candied hawthorn: “Homemade, just finished making it—haven’t even wrapped them yet! Authentic flavor guaranteed—eat one, and you’ll want two; eat two, and you’ll want three!”
The shopkeeper was so enthusiastic, Jiang Fuyue couldn’t refuse. She thanked him and accepted it.
But with just one bite, the sourness nearly brought tears to her eyes.
Authentic? No doubt. Hawthorn was naturally sour.
Jiang Fuyue blinked and took a deep breath, just regaining her composure—when suddenly, someone charged straight at her.
The person brushed past her, hitting the skewer of candied hawthorn in her hand.
Then came a shrill scream—
“Ah! My coat! What’s wrong with you? Are you blind?!”
The young woman glared at her in fury.
But the moment she got a clear look at Jiang Fuyue’s face, she paused for two seconds—then her eyes filled with even deeper malice.
“Hey, your stupid candy dirtied my coat. Well? What are you going to do about it?”
Jiang Fuyue remained still, hand still holding the candy. “You were the one who ran into me.”
The girl scowled. “Excuse me? This is a public sidewalk! What do you mean I ran into you?!”
“Oh, so you do know sidewalks are for walking. If I’m not mistaken, weren’t you running just now?”
“You—!”
“I believe anyone walking normally wouldn’t plow straight into someone else. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The girl’s eyes flickered, but her voice suddenly rose in pitch: “Whatever! You stained my coat, and now you must pay!”
Jiang Fuyue didn’t play along with the expected script—she didn’t ask how much compensation was needed.
Because saying that would imply guilt.
Only the guilty pay.
“Sorry,” Jiang Fuyue smiled lightly, “but I think you owe me a new skewer of candied hawthorn.”
“You’ve got some nerve! My coat’s ruined and you want me to pay for that crappy stick of candy?! Are you brain-damaged?!”
The girl’s words were harsh, but Jiang Fuyue showed no sign of anger—at first glance, she seemed easy to bully, a pushover.
But in truth—
“If you won’t pay, then let’s call the police and have them decide who’s at fault.”
“Pft… call the cops?” The girl sneered. Her pretty features were twisted by rage, making her look hideous. “You think I’m scared?”
She crossed her arms, lifted her chin, and looked Jiang Fuyue up and down with disdain: “Judging by your hick accent and that shabby outfit, you’re not from around here, are you?”
Jiang Fuyue’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So what if I’m not?”
“So what? Hah—what a bumpkin! Don’t think you can throw a fit without knowing where you are!”
“Oh? And where are we?”
“The Imperial Capital! Where the rich are as common as dogs and the powerful walk the streets! Who do you think you are? Some out-of-town girl dares to talk back to me?”
“And who are you then? One of those dog-like rich people you just mentioned?”
“You dare insult me?!” the girl’s eyes widened.
“You said it yourself—‘the rich are as common as dogs.’” Jiang Fuyue replied, unbothered.
Compared to the girl’s hysterics, Jiang Fuyue looked more like a patient hunter—calmly circling her prey, seemingly harmless.
“Fine. Since you don’t understand manners, I’ll teach you myself how to behave—”
As she spoke, she raised her hand to slap Jiang Fuyue.
The slap was just about to land when her wrist was suddenly seized mid-air by a strong grip—frozen in place.
Jiang Fuyue’s smile vanished, her eyes sharp with cold light: “Resorting to violence when you’re losing an argument—bad habit.”
“Let go—”
“So you can hit me? Hah…”
The girl trembled with fury. “Do you even know who I am?! How dare you offend me?!”
“I don’t need to know, and I don’t want to. It’s not like I can’t afford to offend you.”
With that, she gave a forceful shove and flung the girl aside.
The girl lost her balance—thanks to her high heels—and fell hard on the ground, stunned.
How could she?!
How dared she?!
Fang Liuliu had never been treated like this in her life.
“You just wait! I’ll have my dad destroy you—!”
Jiang Fuyue ignored her, let out a cold laugh, and walked away with swagger.
As she passed a trash bin, she casually tossed the candied hawthorn in.
What a waste…
The trashy girl surnamed Fang… take a guess who she really is~~~
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