Chapter 66: Beating Ziang, Throwing Ninth Master
Stacks of hundred-dollar bills, neatly arranged into a pile.
Hu Ben had never seen so much money before, his eyes widened like copper bells. As soon as he realized what it was, he quickly tied up the bag: “I don’t want it!”
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow.
He panicked, “We agreed that this wasn’t a business deal, I didn’t expect any money!”
Feeling somewhat wronged.
“Do you think you can go in and out of the bar without spending money? Can you order drinks and reserve rooms without paying the bill?”
Hu Ben felt embarrassed.
Jiang Fuyue pushed the money directly in front of him: “This isn’t payment, it’s expenses. A total of one hundred thousand. If there’s any excess, return it; if it’s not enough, make up for it. And don’t forget to keep track of your expenses.”
“Okay!” Hu Ben nodded repeatedly.
“If you have any news, call me.” After saying that, Jiang Fuyue got up and left.
Hu Ben watched her walk away, then withdrew his gaze. In the next moment, he quickly tucked the money into his arms and vigilantly scanned his surroundings.
Suddenly, he froze, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the black plastic bag in his arms. Despite the weight of one hundred thousand yuan pressing against him, a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.
If he remembered correctly, Jiang Fuyue had been carrying this plastic bag when she arrived. After sitting down, she casually placed it by her feet as if it were garbage. Who would have thought it contained money?
Of course, none of that mattered.
What mattered was why she carried so much cash with her.
As if she knew it would come in handy…
The night breeze brushed against his neck, sending a shiver down Hu Ben’s spine. When he snapped out of his thoughts, he realized that his back was already soaked with sweat.
When Jiang Fuyue passed by Zhong Ziang, she did recognize him but still didn’t glance in his direction.
Zhong Ziang: “?” What’s going on?
“Jiang Fuyue, stop right there!”
She continued walking, ignoring him completely.
Zhong Ziang became more determined and caught up with her, blocking her path. Now she had to stop even if she didn’t want to.
“Move aside.” Her tone turned icy cold, and her dark eyes reflected a piercing light under the streetlamp.
“I won’t move.” The young man smiled arrogantly, full of a rebellious and impish charm. His raised chin carried an inherent arrogance. “Let’s see what you can do to me.”
He was handsome, undeniably cool, but also… begging to be punched.
Jiang Fuyue’s fingertips twitched, itching to strike.
As soon as Zhong Ziang saw her clenching her fists, he immediately became alert. He resisted the urge to step back, raised his neck, and shouted loudly, “I warn you, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists! If you continue, I won’t be polite!”
“First of all, I never claimed to be a gentleman. Secondly, I didn’t plan on resorting to violence, but your words have piqued my curiosity. I just want to see what you mean by ‘not being polite.'”
Having finished speaking, before Zhong Ziang could react, she struck him directly.
Fast and accurate.
Even after Jiang Fuyue stopped and walked away, he still couldn’t process what had just happened, his eyes dazed.
After a while…
Did she hit me?
She hit me again?!
Oh my god, the schemes in Linhuai are too deep. I need to go back to the imperial capital!
Meanwhile, Jiang Fuyue, feeling no burden after teaching him a lesson, left the scene without a care.
As she turned the corner onto the main road, she had no worries about Zhong Ziang catching up. Even if he did catch up, she could just teach him again. After all, she had plenty of time.
Suddenly, her footsteps halted, and Jiang Fuyue stood still, her sharp gaze fixed on something not far ahead.
A slender figure emerged from behind the corner. The dim streetlamp cast a vague, mysterious texture on the man’s cold and handsome face.
“Miss Jiang, is it appropriate for you to repeatedly lay your hands on my nephew?” A calm voice, indifferent eyes, devoid of any anger, yet it weighed on one’s shoulders.
Jiang Fuyue slowly raised her eyes. Despite the natural height difference between them, she didn’t lose her momentum. “Mr. Xie, I think you should first ask your nephew if it’s appropriate for him to repeatedly block my way. Is that appropriate?”
Xie Dingyuan frowned.
Jiang Fuyue walked straight towards him. When she brushed past him, she suddenly spoke, “A life without a beating is incomplete, so I don’t mind letting all of you experience it…”
All of you?
Before the other party could react, Jiang Fuyue darted in front of him, grabbing the man’s wrist with her left hand and clasping his biceps with the other hand. Her feet were slightly apart, wider than shoulder-width, and then she exerted force forward with a sudden burst…
Xie Dingyuan felt a fragrant breeze engulf him. The woman’s breath was close, separated only by thin fabric. A strange and novel sensation washed over his brain, rendering him stunned in place, unable to move.
Suddenly, his body felt light, and then the world spun before his eyes.
When he regained his senses, he was already lying on the ground, and that woman stood beside him, looking down at him from a higher position, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes and lips.
“Do you feel it, Zhong Ziang’s uncle?”
In that moment, Xie Dingyuan’s confusion mirrored what his nephew had looked like just a while ago.
“After you knocked me down last time, this time I’ll make you fall,” Jiang Fuyue interrupted him. “Tit for tat, fair and square, isn’t it?”
With that said, she didn’t care about his reaction and walked away.
Two minutes later.
Zhong Ziang rushed out of the alley, clutching his chin. When he saw Xie Dingyuan, he immediately hit the brakes and lowered his hand hastily, “Uh… Uncle, when did you come over?”
He shouldn’t have seen him being beaten up by Jiang Fuyue, right?
Zhong Ziang pressed his palm against his pants, discreetly rubbing back and forth, trying to get rid of the dirt.
Meanwhile, Xie Dingyuan calmly smoothed out the creases on his sleeve.
“Well… Uncle, did you see Jiang Fuyue leaving from here?”
“Oh.” Suddenly, Zhong Ziang’s gaze froze as it fell on Xie Dingyuan’s shoulder, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Xie Dingyuan followed his gaze, and the next second, his eyebrows furrowed.
Zhong Ziang swallowed, unsure, and said, “Uncle, it seems like… there’s some dirt on your shoulder?”
To be honest, he didn’t quite believe it.
Xie Dingyuan’s cleanliness had reached a level that even someone as accommodating as Xie Yunzao couldn’t comprehend. His shirts and trousers never had a single crease, so how could he allow dirt on his shoulder?
“Yeah,” Xie Dingyuan’s expression remained unchanged. “I didn’t notice and got it dirty.”
Zhong Ziang nodded, but then his gaze froze again. How… how did dirt end up on his pants too?
“Let’s go home.” Xie Dingyuan raised his chin slightly, gesturing for Zhong Ziang to walk ahead.
Carrying a belly full of doubts, Zhong Ziang walked forward with a clouded mind.
Xie Dingyuan trailed half a step behind, composed in his demeanor.
If Zhong Ziang had circled around him at this moment, he would have discovered that not only his uncle’s shoulder and pants were dirty, but his entire back was covered in dust, crumpled and greasy…
Unfortunately, Young Master Zhong lacked that level of awareness. He was currently focused on one thought: I have a little secret that absolutely must not be discovered!
Xie Dingyuan: Ahem, I also have a little secret.
Meanwhile, the “secret creator” Jiang Fuyue had already strolled across the road and stopped in front of a barbecue stall.
“Ten pounds of crayfish, fifty skewers of palm treasures, forty skewers of squid tentacles, thirty pieces of grilled tofu, add twenty servings of garlic eggplant, ten chicken wings—pack them up.”
The owner: ? Staring in astonishment.
Customers: ! So domineering!
Jiang Fuyue: “Make sure they’re fully cooked and not too spicy.”
“…Okay, understood,” the owner replied, baffled.
Jiang Fuyue: You might not believe it if I told you, but these two uncles and nephews have both suffered my beatings.