Feng Shui - Chapitre 19
"How could that be?" He wrapped his arms around me. "You know how deeply I love you."
"Then why didn't you come to pick me up that day?"
"I... I arrived after you had already left."
Lies! I didn't close my eyes once the whole night was over, how could I possibly have left?
"I was heartbroken for a long time on the day you got married."
"How heartbroken are you?" I asked, tilting my head back.
"I'm so heartbroken, my heart is breaking."
I don't believe it.
"You little rascal, do you want me to take my heart out and show it to you?" Ye Jin affectionately ruffled my hair.
"Fine, then pull it out." I sneered. The double-edged sword was already drawn; I wouldn't stop until blood was drawn.
"You..." He jumped back a few steps in disbelief, a bloody gash piercing his chest.
It's a real pity. If I fail in my first strike, I probably won't have another chance.
"You bitch, if I treat you well, don't think you're so great!" he yelled, his face contorted and terrifying, more like a demon than a demon himself. How could I have fallen for someone like this!
"Give me the sword!" He leaped up and charged at me, trying to snatch the sword. How ridiculous! He said he would teach me swordsmanship for self-defense, but I never expected to have some talent. Even after marrying into the Zhang family, I continued to study diligently and made some progress. Now, I'm using those swordsmanship techniques against him.
"Two flowers bloom, two stars shift!" I laughed as I unleashed my sword technique. I knew I was no match for him, but watching him get frustrated was rather amusing.
"Give me back my sword." He leaped behind me in a somersault and grabbed me.
"In the next life!" I laughed, then plunged the longsword into my abdomen.
"Xinluo, are you alright? You scared me to death!" Wang Min rushed to the hospital, yelling and shouting, causing everyone in the ward to look at her with hatred and hostility.
"I'm fine, but Han Zhu is." I looked at him on the hospital bed; his face was pale, and his eyes were closed. Although he was out of danger, it would probably take him a while to recover.
"Are you kidding me?!" Wang Min slapped her forehead and slumped into a chair. "You're really unlucky, how come you keep running into such legendary things? Where's Zhang Rui?"
"He's been arrested." I sighed and handed her a peeled apple. "Why not play with guns?"
"He really can't bear to lose you, huh? He's even resorting to this tactic to win you back?"
"Are you kidding me? He's just a possessive psychopath. Don't drag me into this, it's so embarrassing!"
Wang Min looked at me in surprise, repeatedly pounding her chest, probably choking on the apple.
"Have you figured it out?"
"Tch, how could someone as carefree as me be trapped by a lunatic for life?" I looked at her with disdain. "But Zhang Rui's father has a lot of influence in the government, so maybe he won't get a heavy sentence this time. It's infuriating!"
"Forget it, forget it. Anyway, I don't think he'll dare to mess with you again." Wang Min looked scared. "I heard from my brother that when the detectives arrived, you had already beaten Zhang Rui unconscious."
"Nonsense! If someone points a gun at you, what are you going to do but fight back!" I sneered. "Who told him to mess with my people!"
"Zhao Gong?"
"You're awake?"
"Um."
"Ye Jin has already been imprisoned. He is the notorious thief that the Ministry of Justice has been following for a long time. This time, I actually caught him by accident."
"Zhao Gong?"
"Where do you feel unwell? If I had arrived any later, I probably wouldn't have been able to save you... Violet?"
"Zhao Gong?"
"Um?"
Can I come back again?
"Silly girl, you're at the Zhao residence right now..."
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"Hmm... this story is alright, I guess." Zhao Jian took off his reading glasses and turned off the projector next to him.
"Who's blindfolding me? Quick, quick, take it off!"
"Old man, you don't even recognize me?"
"You brat, who told you I'm an old man!"
"How about I call you Grandma Zhao then?" Yan Shang chuckled, moving her hand away and sitting back in her chair. "Collecting stories again, huh?"
"Nonsense, which writer doesn't collect stories? Don't call me an old lady!"
"You're not a writer, you're a monster."
"Go away, kid, don't talk nonsense. How am I not like a writer?"
"Whatever you say, how was the story this time?"
“Not bad.” Zhao Jian became interested as soon as the story was mentioned. “That human girl has quite a vivid imagination. I only released the illusion mirror and gave her a little hint, and she was able to make up such a magnificent story for me. She must have read too many novels.”
"Oh, you're lying! You took a fake Three Lives Mirror out again!"
"Shh, don't tear down my signboard. The Three Lives Mirror is my shop's prized possession; how could I just let it go?" Besides, I need it for grooming. The last part of the sentence rolled around in my mind, but I didn't say it aloud.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense. I'm here to tell you to be careful doing business lately; a cop is watching us."
"What's so great about the police? Why are you so nervous?"
Surprisingly, this time Yan Shang did not refute with a smile.
"What's wrong?"
"It's him! He's back!"
"he?"
"he!"
"Yes, it's him."
"I see... I understand."
"Then I'll be going now. I still need to inform the others." Yan Shang jumped off the back of the chair, leaped into a mirror, and disappeared without a trace.
He's back? The man whose past even the Mirror of Three Lives couldn't reveal?
Seeing him resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought...
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Book of Fate
Name: Shang Ci Gender: Uh… if it's a fox… I should use male or female, right… but is it male or female? Age: According to itself, 18 years old
Occupation: Small business owner of Qiuzhi Bookstore (not operating independently) Address: No. 13, Nanshudun, Bomei
"Hey, boss, I want to rent some books!" Xiongxiong looked around curiously for a while before taking off her backpack and putting it on the table. "Do you have any good books here?"
Hearing the customer's call, the person hidden behind a pile of magazines and newspapers finally put down the large stack of "International Financial News" in his hands and barely showed half of his face from behind the waist-high counter—a small black fox wearing old-fashioned pince-nez glasses, with a tuft of milky white fur in the middle of its eyebrows, shaped like a plum blossom.
"Welcome." The fox grinned, revealing what appeared to be a professional smile, though on the surface it was just him flashing his small, sharp teeth.
Xiongxiong paused for a moment, her eyes darting aimlessly up, down, left, and right before she finally thought of a suitable response: "Where is your owner?"
"Master?" The little fox took off its pince-nez glasses, stretched out its little paw as if to press its long, protruding nose, and said in a soft voice.
"Aren't you a pet?" Xiongxiong tilted her head as she watched the little fox stand up like a person from the high chair behind the counter, put its front paws on the table, and lean out to look at her.
"I am the owner here," the little fox said unhurriedly. "Little girl, what kind of book do you want to borrow? We have everything here."
"Oh..." Xiongxiong nodded passively, probably stunned and a little slow to react.
"Are there any romance novels?"
"The third one in that series of bookshelves on the east side."
What about BL?
"Do you want it plain or with meat?"
"Uh... I want to see them all."
"Third, fourth, and fifth from the bottom of that series of bookshelves on the west side."
Do you have any comics?
"Go through that small door, turn left and go through the sixth door. Inside are all kinds of books, including Japanese, Chinese, Korean, and American ones. The pornographic and violent ones are in the small drawers under the bookshelves."
Do you have any history books?
"The bookshelves on the left behind you are arranged by country and placed on different shelves. Since there are many books, it's inconvenient to find them by time. You can go to the computer search area over there and search for them. It's easier to find them if you have the book number. Also, some genuine books require you to fill out a book request form, and I will help you find them."
"Do you have... textbooks?" Xiongxiong really didn't believe it; how could this store have everything?
"Go through that small door again, then turn right and go through the third door. All the books compiled by the State Education Commission are there, and the reference books are in the room next door on the right."
Are there any exam questions that haven't been released yet?
"Do you want the CET-4/6 exam, or the college entrance exam, or postgraduate entrance exam? We also have qualification certifications, like the accounting job certification exam and the machine tool operator certification exam. Look, this whole row to my right is all of them..."
"..."
"Aren't you going to borrow a book?" The little fox freed one paw and scratched the white fur on its forehead. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Are you really a fox?" Xiongxiong stared wide-eyed at the fox that looked very skilled in business.
"Don't I look like a fox?" the little fox said angrily, raising its front paw and making a symbolic "convex" gesture. (Foxes have a congenital defect in how they make this paw gesture!)
“It looks like it, but… okay, okay, I won’t say anymore.” Xiongxiong took a few steps back in fear, because the little fox had already darted onto the counter in a few quick movements, its fur standing on end and its sharp teeth bared.
"Are you going to lend it to me or not? If not, then get out of here!" the fox threatened, waving its little fist.
"I need to borrow, borrow, borrow..." Xiongxiong was so frightened that she was at a loss for words and her mind went blank for a moment, not knowing what to say next.
"Borrow, borrow, borrow..."
The fox's fur stood on end even more, and it made a growling sound.
"Borrow...borrow...borrow this!" Grasping at a lifeline in a moment of danger, Xiong Xiong grabbed something from the bookshelf behind him and waved it around.
"I'll just borrow this! Don't bite me." After waiting for a long time, the fox's angry voice stopped, and there was no response. The bear, who had been so scared that it kept its head down and dared not look at anyone, finally raised its head.
"You want to borrow this?" The fox frowned. If that could be called a frown, the plum blossom on its forehead was squeezed into a ball with that movement.