Chapter 30 Does it hurt?
In the information Cao Nanyu gave Xuanzhe, there were several photos of Wen Shuang's daily life. To be precise, it was his rental house. It is no exaggeration to say that a good house was ruined by him. Because every time he handed over the house, it was too terrible, the landlord kept the photos and passed them to Cao Nanyu. The first thought Xuanzhe had when he saw it was: pigsty.
People's living habits are extremely difficult to change, especially once they are shaped in adulthood, so when Wen Shuang went to open the door, Xuan Zhe was mentally prepared. He thought it was too dirty and turned away, but he also had some expectations in his heart, after all, the prodigal son has returned.
The one-bedroom apartment is not very big and the decoration is just so-so, but the layout is neat and the floor is shiny, which is far from the preconceived notion.
Wen Shuang brought Xuanzhe a pair of new slippers. Worried that he might not be used to the small temple and the big Buddha, she smiled and said, "Mr. Xuan, please make do with what you have. Would you like some plain water or tea?"
Xuanzhe hummed in confusion and continued, "Boiled water will do."
Wen Shuang went to prepare dinner, and Xuan Zhe sat on the sofa and looked around. There was not even a speck of dust on the table. Sometimes, once the seeds of doubt are planted, a little bit of doubt will make it flourish. Xuan Zhe had to face this question again: Can a person really change so thoroughly from beginning to end, becoming like two completely different people?
Wen Shuang glanced at Xuan Zhe through the kitchen glass. The man was holding a cup and drinking water. He had long and beautiful joints and thin wrists. He wore a silver watch on it, which made him look very noble and elegant. They were both men... Wen Shuang looked at herself and sighed silently.
Just two simple bowls of egg noodles, but sprinkled with chopped green onions, they looked good and smelled delicious. Xuanzhe asked casually, "Who did you learn cooking from?"
"My grandma." Wen Shuang blurted out.
Xuanzhe's movements paused for a moment, then returned to normal.
He clearly remembered that the records stated that Wen Shuang's grandparents had passed away five years after she was born. Three generations before him, there had been no other grandmothers. So this was the one Xuanzhe had taught him in his dreams that night. He glanced at the person opposite him with deep eyes.
It's not that Wen Shuang is lax, but he really can't imagine how he, a small cannon fodder in the original novel, who Xuan Zhe might waste his time just by looking at him, can be qualified to memorize the information book by the big devil.
The noodles were delicious. After eating, Xuanzhe felt that the bad mood that had been lingering in his heart for the whole day had been swept away. Then he suddenly said, "Tomorrow, you will accompany me to a place."
"Ah," Wen Shuang said quickly after being stunned, "No problem, isn't Assistant Cao going?"
Cao Nanyu can be described as a treasure chest, and he usually doesn't need much help from others.
"He has something to do tomorrow." Xuanzhe stood up and was about to say goodbye. Wen Shuang hurried to see him off.
Watching the car disappear at the intersection, Wen Shuang felt a strange tenderness in his heart. He actually wanted Xuan Zhe to stay a little longer. After all, it was the first time his friend came to visit him... Forget it, Xuan Zhe probably didn't want to be friends with him. Wen Shuang pouted, ran to the food stall to buy two pounds of edamame, and went home happily.
Before going to bed, Xuanzhe sent Wen Shuang an address and asked her to be at the door at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. He would go there after the meeting.
The boss is so busy, and tomorrow is Saturday. Wen Shuang felt sorry for him and opened her phone to search. She found out that it was one of the best entertainment clubs, and it was considered a treasury for celebrities to spend money. Wen Shuang immediately sat up straight and began to search for what she should pay attention to. Finally, she came to the conclusion: as long as the identity and money are in place, it doesn't matter if you wear shorts to enter the door.
Wen Shuang quickly decided what to wear tomorrow, then wrapped herself in the quilt and fell asleep in a second.
On the other side, Xuan Zhe was sitting in the study. There was only a lamp on the desk, so most of the room was swallowed by darkness. He looked particularly lonely standing there. Wen Shuang's information was placed next to him. The corners were no longer so new, which showed that the owner had read it many times.
A bold guess gradually emerged in Xuanzhe's mind, but he felt it was ridiculous. He must be crazy to believe in ghosts and gods, but often the more bizarre the possibility, the closer it is to the truth.
Wen Shuang arrived at the entrance of the club at 10:30 the next day. The security guards around him had glares on their faces. Anyone without a black card or invitation letter was turned away. Wen Shuang didn't want any of them, so he stood under the shade of a tree opposite, glaring at a security guard who noticed him from time to time.
A silver car drove past Wen Shuang, and the wind it blew was somewhat arrogant, but not long after, the car reversed and stopped in front of Wen Shuang. The window was lowered, revealing a handsome but playful face. The other party looked Wen Shuang up and down, then stroked his chin and sneered.
This action was really greasy. Wen Shuang resisted the urge to dig her toes into the underground palace and curled the corners of her mouth.
"What, have you changed your personality?" The man's voice had a deliberately low tone. Wen Shuang was really worried that he would cut into the puppet in Saw in the next second, which was a bit torturous to her ears.
I was surprised to recognize Wen Shuang, but I couldn't find any memory of him, so I could only nod awkwardly: "Yeah."
Wen Shuang's long legs were wrapped in black pants today, and she paired a gray top with a khaki windbreaker. Her outfit was casual yet formal, and she looked like a young master raised in a wealthy family. Standing under the tree, her clean features were really attractive.
"You appear here..." The man's smile widened: "I don't have any money. Okay, you look pretty good today, follow me..."
Wen Shuang immediately looked around to see if there were any bricks.
The bad impression left by the original body was deeply ingrained. Wen Shuang completely severed ties with the past, hoping that time would wash away some traces. However, this man's constant contempt and trampling reminded him that the pits dug by the original body were endless. Wen Shuang restrained his smile and became extremely vigilant. "No, I'm waiting for someone. Please help yourself."
"The person you are waiting for is better than me"
Wen Shuang sneered in her heart. He was so ordinary, yet so confident.
Wen Shuang took a step back, her attitude clear, but this only angered the man. He got out of the car, his face grim, and said aggressively, "You don't understand me talking to you nicely, do you?" Then the man narrowed his eyes, revealing a look of understanding, "Or maybe you can name a price if the money is not enough."
Wen Shuang: "I'm not short of money recently. If you feel suffocated, I can find you a place with all high quality." He had never seen such a place before, but he spoke with such confidence.
The man was angered by Wen Shuang's slight disdain and reached out to grab her.
This action inexplicably and severely irritated Wen Shuang. He had always been a very tolerant person, especially after coming to this world, where he had kept a low profile to avoid any setbacks. But in his previous life, he had also grown up in a world of pampering. He might not have had much money, but he had never been homeless. He had been protected and guided along the way by many people. In addition, he was a delicate person, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he carved out his kindness with a chisel. This was why Wen Shuang was still able to attract some goodwill even though he had assumed the identity of his original body. But his choice to endure did not mean that anyone and everyone had to endure it.
In other words, even clay figures have tempers, and Wen Shuang is no exception.
He suddenly stopped retreating and slapped the man's hand away, then turned and walked away while the other party looked slightly surprised.
"Just stand there!" the man roared, and walked up to Wen Shuang and tore her collar.
Wen Shuang began to seriously think about her chances of winning the fight.
Forget it, I'll fight first and talk about it later!
Wen Shuang has never fought, but as a man, any potential for bloodiness is hidden in his bones.
Not far away, in a swanky red car, Li Junshan watched the scene with a chuckle, his mouth almost stretched to his ears. He was busy making a bet with Lei Wenxu: "I bet that if Zhao makes a move, Wen Shuang will kneel down and beg for mercy."
Lei Wenxu didn't know if it was okay, so he turned to look at the rearview mirror and asked with interest, "What do you think, Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Suqing was there too.
He was smoking in the back seat, his eyes fixed on Wen Shuang, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, because he had already had several conflicts with Jiang Ning about this person. Looking at her from top to bottom, left to right, there was nothing good about her except her appearance. Jiang Suqing naturally felt that Wen Shuang would admit defeat soon, and the familiar flattery would appear on her face, which would make people feel disgusted.
However, the three were defeated.
Wen Shuang was about the same height as Zhao Tuo, but Zhao Tuo had been fond of fighting since his early years and was uneducated. He overwhelmed Wen Shuang in terms of strength, and almost every time he pulled Wen Shuang, she would lose her balance. However, the ruthlessness in the young man's eyes became more and more intense. He also held Zhao Tuo's wrist tightly and bent down to bite him with a ruthless heart.
I've already fought, so why bother with the technique?
"Shit!" Jiang Suqing sat up suddenly, realizing something was wrong. "This little bastard is serious! Xuanzhe asked him to be his companion today, don't let anything happen!"
Lei Wenxu also unbuckled his seat belt and planned to go down to help, but a black Maybach passed by quickly. The excellent braking system made it stop wherever it stepped on the brakes. A tall figure got out of the car. During this time, Wen Shuang had already grabbed Zhao Tuo's hair.
"Ah!" Zhao Tuo cried out in pain, and had no choice but to tilt his head and yell, "Fuck! Who's pulling my hair in a fight?"
Wen Shuang pulled it tighter, but her tone was decent: "I said I'm asking for five million now, sir, do you want it?"
Xuanzhe's eyebrows twitched. He clearly saw disgust in Wen Shuang's eyes.
Zhao Tuo cursed, "Even if you give me money, I'm still considering it. Giving you 500 is a loss for me!"
"That's enough." Xuanzhe grabbed Wen Shuang's wrist and said word by word: "Let go."
The cold and low voice instantly dragged Wen Shuang out of her growing anger and made her sober immediately.
Wen Shuang was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Xuan..." He loosened his grip, staggered two steps, and came to Xuan Zhe's side.
Zhao Tuo had lost such a big person, and he couldn't vent his anger unless he beat Wen Shuang into a pulp. He didn't even recognize who the King of Hell next to Wen Shuang was. He raised his fist to hit him, but was kicked away by Xuan Zhe.
"Fuck..." Jiang Suqing saw that Xuan Zhe was angry, and he and Lei Wenxu tacitly withdrew their hands from the car door and sat up straight.
Wen Shuang's collar was disheveled, and there were red marks on her neck from Zhao Tuo's previous strong tearing, as if a hemp rope had been put around her neck. It was shocking. Xuan Zhe's fingertips moved, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub it, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Shuang lowered her head: "It doesn't hurt..."
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