The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 307: 307: Mighty and domineering protecting the calf, blatantly showing off affection (second update

Chapter 307: 307: Mighty and domineering protecting the calf, blatantly showing off affection (second update

“They haven’t settled it yet, and you two also insulted Xue Bingxue.”

Xue Xiaochong bluffed and shouted, “What’s it to you?”

Jiang Wei’er walked over, “Didn’t you say he is my follower? You insulted my people, how can I not care?”

Jiang Wu was always not easy to mess with.

Xue Xiaochong showed a hint of fear, “Then, what do you want?”

She squatted down, “Skirts are such a hassle.”

With a ripping sound, she tore off the hem of her skirt.

Xue Chenglang sneered, “Don’t stoop to a woman’s level, let’s go.”

Jiang Wei’er was not just any woman; she was the kind who could take on ten in the Taekwondo Hall.

As Xue Chenglang just turned around, he was hit on the back of the head—not with a bag this time, but with a ten-centimeter high heel. Jiang Wei’er stood barefoot on the granite floor, “Did I say you could leave?”

Xue Chenglang touched the back of his head, furious, “You motherf—”

A spin kick landed precisely on his mouth.

Finally, he shut up.

In the banquet hall, except for the Lu Family, the Four Great Families had all arrived; the Xue Family was hosting, and Chen Huiling was entertaining the guests. The Old Sir Xue and the Qiao Family were not present; Old Madam Jiang sat at the head of the table, followed by Jiang Zhi.

“How has Brother Zhi been feeling lately?”

The older generation all followed Old Madam Jiang in calling him Brother Zhi.

Jiang Zhi responded, “It’s warmer now, nothing much.”

Aside from looking a bit pale, he seemed no worse for wear.

Chen Huiling said, “It seems like his complexion has improved a lot.”

“Perhaps it’s because he’s in love,” Old Madam Jiang joked, “He definitely seems more spirited than before.”

In fact, just like previous years, Jiang Zhi’s health improved greatly after the severe winter had passed.

“Bao Yi is engaged, and Brother Zhi is in love.” Xue Bingxue had just come from Old Sir Xue, and Chen Huiling caught him, “Bingxue, you better hurry up.”

Xue Bingxue looked around, unable to find Jiang Wei’er, “I got it, sister-in-law.”

The Jiang Family people were also there; Chen Huiling did not avoid the topic and asked right in front of everyone, “How are things going with Wei’er?”

Xue Bingxue’s face turned red, “Pretty good.”

Old Madam Jiang laughed, “Oh, that girl of mine is quite a handful; even I can’t stand her temper sometimes. It’s nice of Bingxue to be so accommodating.”

Xue Bingxue immediately said, “Not at all, Wei’er has a good temper.”

Having just finished speaking,

“Old Madam,” Jiang Chuan rushed in, looking flustered, “Miss Jiang Wu, she—” It was difficult to say in front of everyone.

Old Madam Jiang appeared displeased, “No need to hem and haw, what happened?”

Jiang Chuan lowered his voice deliberately, “She beat up two young masters from Second Old Master Xue’s family.”

Old Madam Jiang’s expression turned ugly.

“Is Wei’er okay?” Xue Bingxue was anxious, “Was she bullied?”

Who could bully Miss Jiang Wu of the Jiang Family?

“Miss Jiang Wu is fine, it’s just those two young masters who aren’t doing so well.” Their faces were swollen, but Jiang Chuan didn’t feel it was appropriate to say it out loud.

Xue Bingxue didn’t ask further, greeted his sister-in-law, and left.

“Xiao Wu, she is really…” Luo Changfang couldn’t help but laugh halfway through her sentence.

Such reprimanding words, only Old Madam Jiang could say. She frowned deeply, very annoyed, “Such nonsense, and at such an occasion too.”

Old Madam got up but was stopped by her daughter-in-law, “Mother, please stay seated. It’s just the younger ones having a disagreement, no need for you to intervene. I’ll go take a look.”

Old Madam Jiang thought it over and sat down, instructing, “Tell her to properly apologize to them.”

“I understand,” Luo Changfang said.

Jiang Chuan then led Luo Changfang out, where a crowd had gathered in the corridor.

“Wei’er,”

Luo Changfang stepped forward to inquire, “Why did it come to blows?”

The two young masters from Second Old Master Xue’s family both had bruises on their faces, especially Xue Xiaochong, whose nose was still bleeding.

In contrast, Jiang Wei’er was merely disheveled and her fists were a bit red, “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.”

“Xiaochong!”

Ms. Zhao came over, and upon seeing her son’s face multicolored, she immediately flew into a rage, “What happened? Who did this to you?”

Mrs. Song also arrived, not losing her temper on the spot but with a stern face and an aggressively accusatory tone, “Miss Jiang, couldn’t you have talked things out instead of resorting to violence?”

Jiang Wei’er didn’t bother to explain.

Annoyed, Mrs. Song directly sought Luo Changfang for reasoning, “Jiang Family’s Sister-in-law, your family’s Fifth has beaten my son like this, shouldn’t we get an explanation?”

Luo Changfang first apologized, “Wei’er, quickly apologize to the two Mr. Xues.”

Jiang Wei’er moved her sore wrist from the punching, “No.”

Ms. Zhao was furious, glaring fiercely, “Look at her!”

Such is not the manner of a young lady from a great family!

Being publicly affronted, Luo Changfang’s face also darkened, “Regardless of who’s right or wrong, it’s rude to hit others. Stop being stubborn and apologize.”

Just as Jiang Wei’er was about to retort, Xue Bingxue ran over.

“Wei’er!” He was extremely anxious, “Wei’er, are you alright?”

Jiang Wei’er brushed her disheveled hair, “What could possibly be wrong with me?”

Seeing her dress, which had been ripped into a miniskirt for easier fighting, Xue Bingxue took off his suit jacket, wrapped it around her waist, and tied a knot, “It’s too short, wear this.”

Wei’er’s legs really looked nice.

Xue Bingxue quickly shielded her from view, his expression turned stern, and his tone cooled, “What’s going on with you two?”

Xue Xiaochong, clutching his bleeding nose, protested furiously, “She started it!”

“Wei’er would never hit someone without good reason. What did you do?”

Xue Xiaochong stammered out a few words but couldn’t justify his actions.

Xue Chenglang spoke up, “Just said a few unpleasant things, and she, relying on a few tricks she’s learned, started beating us.” He sneered disdainfully, “I’ve never seen such an unreasonable woman before. No wonder they call her a tigress!”

Xue Bingxue wouldn’t stand to hear anyone speak ill of Jiang Wei’er, his usually harmless face turned frosty, “Who are you calling unreasonable?”

Xue Chenglang couldn’t contain himself, “What about it—I’m talking about her!”

Xue Bingxue kicked him in the stomach.

“Xue Bingxue!”

After a teeth-gritting roar, a deep, aged voice followed up, “What did you call him?”

It was Old Sir Xue, Xue Maoshan, who had arrived, followed by the Second Old Master Xue Jingsong.

Dressed formally and standing upright, Xue Maoshan said, “Bingxue is my son and a generation above you. You think you can address him by name?”

Xue Chenglang panicked, “Great-grandfather, I—”

Xue Maoshan didn’t let him speak further, turning instead to ask Jiang Wei’er, “Wei’er, what inappropriate things did these two rascals say? Tell your uncle.”

Jiang Wei’er, barefoot and having just been involved in a scuffle, softened her voice, sounding slightly aggrieved, “They said Bingxue was a loser with no prospects, and even said Uncle, you’ve become senile, leaving all the family business to Bingxue and none for them.” The last part, she improvised on the spot.

“That deserved a beating,” Xue Maoshan’s eyes turned cold, his voice deepened, resonant, “Jingsong, how are you teaching the younger generation? You’ve raised two disrespectful brats.”