Chapter 83

Chapter 83 - 83 082 Biting Miss Wens Lips (First Update)

Chapter 83: Chapter 082: Biting Miss Wen’s Lips (First Update) Chapter 83: Chapter 082: Biting Miss Wen’s Lips (First Update)

“Xie Shang,” Shen Fei shouted, “how dare you!”

He dared.

He was the record holder of the death game, Underwater World.

How crazy he was, was well known to all.

He pinched the gem cufflink, leisurely and without expression, dragging it along the sports car’s mirror.

If the car window hadn’t been fully shut, what would have been scratched might not have been the car, but Shen Fei’s face.

Shen Fei was losing it: “Xie Shang!!!!!”

Xie Shang casually tossed the cufflink into the trash can, stretching his hand out from under the umbrella to catch some rain and clean his hands.

Looking at the scratch on his beloved car, Shen Fei was going mad, winding down the window and sticking his head out, frantic:

“Xie Shang, you son of a—”

Xie Shang looked over.

Shen Fei instantly shut his mouth. He didn’t understand what those women saw in Xie Shang; couldn’t they see how dangerous he was?

He stood in the violent storm, not caring about his soaked clothes, his eyes filled with nothing but indifference and disdain for the world, even when his words were the most tender.

“Next time, show some respect, got it?” He was a paradox, elegant yet cruel. He walked into the curtain of rain, stopping after a while, and after a long silence, added, “And don’t just call someone Little Dragon Girl.”

Little Dragon Girl?

Damn, how long ago was that, and he’s here waiting?!

In disbelief, Shen Fei cursed at Xie Shang’s retreating figure: “Maniac!”

Aaahhh!

Shen Fei kicked his own car, yelling and screaming in his anger.

Gu Yihuan arrived at that moment, still on crutches. He had received a call from Su Nanzhi and had come out specifically to look for someone. From afar, he saw Xie Shang with an umbrella, his silhouette gradually vanishing into the blurred rain mist.

“Fourth brother!”

“Fourth brother!”

Xie Shang did not wait for anyone.

Gu Yihuan passed by Shen Fei’s car, glancing at the scratch: “Did you provoke my fourth brother again?”

Shen Fei was extremely irritable: “He provoked me, okay! I must’ve been damned unlucky in my past eight lives to always run into him on stormy days.” He was on the verge of madness, “Damn it, I just bought this car.”

He punched the car horn in frustration: “Tell Xie Shang not to be too arrogant, someone will teach him a lesson one day!”

Gu Yihuan, ever protective: “Screw you!”

After cursing, Gu Yihuan went to find Xie Shang.

The day Xie Qingze died was a stormy one.

When the Xie Family received the news of his death in the middle of the night, no one could hold back Xie Shang, nor could they imagine how he managed to drive to Wind Town alone on a night of thunder and lightning.

The ashes were personally retrieved by Xie Shang.

After that, the normally restrained and rational Xie Shang became unpredictable on stormy days, sometimes hurting others, and sometimes himself.

The heavy rain continued.

The street lanterns were shining brightly, the painted rabbits on their surfaces silently enduring in the rainy night.

A man, clutching a bottle of white liquor, staggered through the deep alleys of the old street.

Ferocious dogs, upon seeing a stranger, barked incessantly.

“Woof!”

“Woof!”

“Woof!”

The drunkard, holding an umbrella, stepped on the dog leash: “What are you barking at!”

Little Black was yanked back by the leash, tumbling into the mud.

The drunkard kicked it: “Bark again and I’ll butcher you!”

Little Black got back up, shook off the mud, and whimpered.

After disciplining the dog, the drunkard, holding his umbrella, continued to wander through the storm, drunkenly singing: “The vast Huangtu Slope, where time passes by, the sparse life of an old farmer, fate too rough, fate too—err!” He burped from the alcohol and continued singing, “The endless winding roads, the countless mountain slopes, on the road there are a few drops—”

The water pooled on the road; the drunkard stepped into a puddle and stumbled forward.

There was someone ahead.

The drunk stumbled into it.

An umbrella fell to the ground.

The drunk fell over, his corpulent body heavily pressing on the umbrella, the metal ribs digging into his waist; he howled in pain, clumsily climbed to his feet, shook the liquor bottle, the baijiu inside spilling out completely. He wiped away the rainwater, squinting drunkenly at the other person.

It was someone younger than him.

Young people are really reckless.

Having drunk a few measures of “horse urine,” the drunk couldn’t stand anyone, yelling as the rain poured down, “Your mother’s a bitch for walking without looking, if you kill me you’re paying for it!”

The other person didn’t make a sound.

The drunk looked at him blurrily: “Dressed up quite decently.” He chuckled sinisterly, picked up his broken umbrella, and slung it over his shoulder, “Kid, got any money? Pay up.”

Xie Shang was very annoyed.

Why did everyone have to bother him?

The thunder roared incessantly, the lightning rendering faces ghastly pale.

The drunk was still unaware that he had angered the man, his foggy mind even considering making a quick buck: “My waist was ruined by your hit, I haven’t even got a son, if you don’t pay up you’ll take his place.”

Drunk on alcohol, he was emboldened, his brain dizzy.

The bottle of erguotou pressed against Xie Shang’s shoulder, the drunk pushed it forcefully, his body swaying erratically: “Good son, got money?”

Xie Shang picked up his umbrella, closed it, using a finger to wipe the mud off the sharp tip. The sharp tip had a layer of silvery-

white metal, glistening under the light.

At once, the black dog crawled into its kennel.

From behind came a voice—

“Xie Shang.”

She wasn’t loud, yet the downpour couldn’t drown her out.

Xie Shang turned around, the rain soaking the reddening corners of his eyes, emotions he couldn’t suppress fully exposed, cruel yet indifferent.

Wen Changling came over, lifting the umbrella high to shield the rain from Xie Shang’s head, she didn’t rush to say anything, taking the umbrella from his hand.

She pointed the tip of the umbrella at the drunk: “Scram.”

The girl’s low tone, how fierce could it be?

Yet, the umbrella tip was aimed right at the throat.

The drunk either was frightened still or, seeing that there were two people, he chose to be wise, cursing and mumbling as he took a detour and left.

Wen Changling turned around.

Xie Shang was looking at her.

She tugged at her sleeve, stood on tiptoe to wipe the rain off Xie Shang’s face: “You’re all soaked.”

Xie Shang stood still: “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick you up.”

Miss Wen, who loved getting lost, ventured out to pick someone up for the first time.

She sure knew how to choose a day, specifically picking a thunderstorm.

“Let’s go.”

She took hold of Xie Shang, heading in the direction of home. With one umbrella hoisted and the other in hand, she could only spare two fingers to grasp Xie Shang’s sleeve, from which a button was missing.

Xie Shang was taller than her, from behind her he had the perfect view, free to fix her unfalteringly in his sight.

She led Xie Shang to the entrance of the pawn shop: “Go take a shower quickly, or you’ll catch a cold.”

Pandora’s box was itching to be opened.

Inside the box lay all the evils of human nature: anger, pain, desire, madness, lies.

Xie Shang gently wiped off the raindrops on Wen Changling’s hearing aid: “Will you come in with me?”

She thought for a few seconds, then nodded.

After entering the house, she put the umbrellas away neatly by the door: “I’ll go make you some ginger soup.”

Xie Shang didn’t want to drink ginger soup.

Miss Wen was always like this, always barging into his space at inconvenient times, disrupting the torrents he had so hardly kept at bay.

Xie Shang closed the door, pushed Wen Changling against the wall, his scorching, damp palm grasping her slender, fragile neck, pulling her closer, biting through her lips.