The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 392: 392: The Grand Scheme of Abusing Scum - Dog Eat Dog in the Jiang Family's Second House (Part 2)

Chapter 392: 392: The Grand Scheme of Abusing Scum – Dog Eat Dog in the Jiang Family’s Second House (Part 2)

After placing the letter, he returned to his seat. Tang Xiang’s roommate, Chen Xiao Gui, came back first after proposing a toast, and then their class leader, Bai Yuqing, sat down for a while.

“Where’s Tang Xiang?” Bai Yuqing casually flipped through a couple of pages of the book on the table.

He was elected as their class leader in his junior year, a student whose appearance screamed “bookworm.”

Chen Xiao Gui treated him with a bad attitude, filled with hostility: “What do you want with her?”

“I have something to tell her.”

Chen Xiao Gui glared at him fiercely: “Get lost, don’t mess with her!”

Bai Yuqing snorted with laughter. There was no one else around, so he spoke without restraint, his tone sleazy: “What’s the big deal, Xiao Gui? It’s not like I only slept with you once.”

Tang Xiang returned just in time to hear this sentence and poured an entire cup of alcohol over his head.

He immediately jumped up, shaking off the alcohol from his head and wiping his face, infuriated: “Tang Xiang, what the hell are you doing!”

Tang Xiang poured another cup of alcohol: “Get lost!”

Bai Yuqing knew what kind of temper she had, afraid of being splashed again, he left cursing and swearing: “Pretending to be all high and mighty.”

“Are you okay?” Tang Xiang asked her roommate.

Chen Xiao Gui shook her head.

Bai Yuqing was a jerk, a good-looking, seemingly harmless one at that.

He had dated Chen Xiao Gui for a while, and during their junior year, Chen Xiao Gui got pregnant. That bastard, not only did he not take responsibility, he even denied it was his child, and to make things worse, he spread the news around. Less than a month after Chen Xiao Gui had the abortion, he began pursuing Tang Xiang.

Because of this, Chen Xiao Gui took a long leave from school before she returned and started on antidepressants.

The other two roommates also came back, and Ye Xin noticed the envelope in Tang Xiang’s book: “Why is there a letter in your book?”

Chen Xiao Gui had just seen Bai Yuqing flipping through that book: “That scumbag must have left it.”

Tang Xiang threw the envelope straight into the trash can.

The letter contained just one sentence: “Nine o’clock, I’ll be waiting for you at the basketball court, Gate 1, Jiang Xiaolin.”

Jiang Xiaolin hadn’t attended the farewell dinner, returning only at eleven from outside. The drinking session hadn’t ended yet, and only Guan Pei knew what he had been up to.

“Did you talk about it?”

He remained silent, rose, and headed to Tang Xiang’s table.

“Tang Xiang.”

“Hmm?” Tang Xiang turned her head to look, slightly drunk, her vision slightly doubled.

He wanted to ask why she hadn’t met him as agreed, but before he could speak, he saw his letter in the rubbish bin, and the words died in his throat.

Tang Xiang was a bit tipsy, her cheeks red and her head wobbling: “What are you calling me for?”

After a long silence, he picked up a random cup from the table: “Have a drink with me.”

Tang Xiang poured a drink: “Okay.”

Their glasses clinked, and he looked at her, speaking first, polite yet distant: “I wish you a bright future.”

Her eyes were a little red, almost fully drunk: “I wish you a bright future, too.”

That night, Jiang Xiaolin drank a lot, with Guan Pei keeping him company under building 17 until late.

When Tang Xiang came down to get some air after sobering up, she happened to see them, each holding a can of beer, squatting under a streetlight. She approached: “What are you two doing out here so late?”

Jiang Xiaolin looked up, his eyes bleary with drunkenness. He stood up, stumbled a bit, steadying himself on the light pole, and said: “Just passing by.”

Just passing by again.

Had he passed by the entire world?

There was no place for her in a conversation between two men drinking, so she said: “Then I’m going upstairs.”

“Tang Xiang.”

Guan Pei called out to her.

“Something else?”

“Let’s have a goodbye hug, old classmate. We might not get another chance.”

Guan Pei was a joker by nature and had always been popular.

Tang Xiang didn’t think much of it and hugged him.

Guan Pei was gentlemanly, not touching her with his hands. Stepping back, he said to the person behind him, “Xiaolin, it’s your turn to hug her. She’s been outdoing you for four years.”

He just wanted his buddy to hug the girl he liked.

Jiang Xiaolin put the bottle on the ground, stepped up to the dormitory entrance, and extended an arm to rest on Tang Xiang’s shoulder. He couldn’t see her face, nor could she see his, “Where will you work after graduation?”

She tilted her head slightly, the sky full of stars, the summer breeze making her face feel warm, “I’ll probably go abroad to study, but nothing is set in stone yet.”

He didn’t let go, still holding her, “Which city?”

“Houston.”

Two months later, they ran into each other in Houston, right next door to Tang Xiang’s school.

Tang Xiang asked, “What are you doing here?”

Jiang Xiaolin replied, “Just passing through.”

He wasn’t passing through from anywhere in the world, only through her whole world.

Tang Xiang had a stomach condition, which Jiang Xiaolin learned about during their study abroad. She once had a gastric hemorrhage in her rental, and he was the one who took her to the hospital.

At that time, their relationship wasn’t good because he had snitched to her landlord. The landlord had a rule that a studio apartment could not accommodate two people, but she, to split the rent, was covertly sharing it with a white male.

He extinguished her lady’s cigarette.

“You smoke too.”

He said, “I can quit.”

Really concerned about her lungs and stomach, she was.

She threw the cigarette pack into the trash can, “There, happy?”

Jiang Xiaolin was satisfied. He left, taking the trash can with him.

Tang Xiang sat back in front of the computer, unable to calm down for a long time. She laughed at herself, adjusted a bit, and continued working.

It was past ten when she finished the financial reports. She stretched her neck, closed her laptop, and stood up. That’s when she noticed a piece of paper on the floor by the door. She walked over and picked it up.

It detailed the whereabouts of the three billion that Luo Changfang had embezzled, which Jiang Xiaolin had deliberately left there.

Suddenly, she understood why he had asked her to live at his place.

Yulin Mansion.

Jiang Weili walked in, and a pile of photographs hit him in the head.

Luo Changfang screamed hysterically, “Who is this woman?”

Jiang Weili got a cut from the photographs, about to get angry but then saw the content in the photos and suppressed it, explaining, “A hostess woman, I’ve had a bit of playacting with her a few times.”

Luo Changfang didn’t believe it, angrily demanding, “Does playacting require cuddling and hugging? Does it require going to a hotel?”

Jiang Weili didn’t defend himself, asking her, “Who gave you the photos?”

“Don’t worry about who gave them to me.” Luo Changfang lost control of her emotions, unable to calm down, “You better explain to me what your relationship is with this woman!”

Jiang Weili casually said, “Slept with her a few times, that’s all.”

That’s all?

He said that’s all.

Luo Changfang slapped him across the face, “Jiang Weili, you bloody bastard!” She raised her hand for a second slap.

Jiang Weili grabbed her hand, forcefully pushed it away, touched the fingernail marks on his face, annoyed, “Is this little issue worth it?”

“This little issue…” Luo Changfang laughed. Her face was pallid, the laughter eerily gloomy, “All these years, I’ve handled dirty and vile deeds behind the scenes so you could climb step by step to where you are today. And you ask if it’s worth it? Jiang Weili, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?”