Volume 1, Chapter 11: Well Done

The affected, high-pitched voice was truly grating, especially coming from this man, whose eyes flickered with a hint of provocation.

Guo Gang’s expression turned extremely grim. He subconsciously pulled back his hand, his gaze growing increasingly cold. At that moment, he truly wanted to slap the man in front of him to death. He desperately wanted to ask: "Damn it, can you use that water-logged brain of yours? It’s so obvious—she’s clearly my girlfriend. What an idiot, still standing there asking who this woman is."

The food delivery guy was stunned. Even the authors of those sensational web novels wouldn't dare write a scene like this. Was this for real? It was explosive. He felt like asking, "Can you make this any more ridiculous?" It was truly unparalleled—the way they were putting on such a performance was beyond belief. He felt nothing but disdain.

The delivery driver now had only one wish: to feast on this massive drama. Everything else—money, the orders he was supposed to deliver—could go to hell. He was all in for the spectacle. Perhaps he had completely forgotten that he still had two orders waiting to be delivered.

The commotion was so loud that the residents of the entire floor gathered around. It’s a traditional virtue in the Chinese DNA: if there’s a scene to be watched, you’re a fool if you don’t watch it. Yingying saw the crowd growing, which was exactly what she wanted. The more people watching, the happier she became.

"Wait, what’s going on here?"
"I was sleeping so soundly in my room, but this noise woke me right up."

The delivery driver, seeing the confused faces of the crowd, felt it was his duty to explain the ins and outs of the situation. He grabbed a cup of water from somewhere, gulped it down, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and began to recount the tale with such vivid detail that he practically had a future as a crosstalk performer.

"No way, really? Is this for real? This is too wild! Is this something I get to see for free?"
"So it’s a gay thing? Impressive. Let me see what these two are like."

The crowd craned their necks to look into the room at the alluring, flamboyant man standing beside Guo Gang.

The onlookers were left feeling utterly bewildered. They really wanted to ask: is... is this person actually a man? It was no wonder they thought that; the man’s delicate, feminine mannerisms were enough to make many women feel inferior. It was hard to believe such a specimen existed in this world.

The man pouted, "Hmph, what are you all looking at? Nothing to see here, disperse." He stood with his hands on his hips, pouting, his face flushed. The crowd didn't know what to make of it.

Guo Gang pulled his hand away from the man’s grip and stepped forward to reach for Yingying’s hand. She sidestepped, looking at him with utter disgust. "Don’t come so close, okay? Are we even that familiar? You’re filthy."

Guo Gang’s hand hung in mid-air. He couldn't reach, and he couldn't pull back. He gave an awkward laugh. "Yingying, stop making a scene, okay? Be good, listen to me. Let’s go home and talk about this. This isn't the place. I’m begging you, all right?"

"No, we can talk about it right here. Satisfy the condition I mentioned, and I’ll leave immediately. Otherwise, heh heh heh, Guo Gang, just wait to become famous."

"Do we really have to do this?"

Just then, the "green tea" man jumped back in to assert his presence. "Guo Gang loves me, not you, okay? You’re just a plaything. Do you really think you’re something special?"

This damn green tea was at it again; he was so annoying. Yingying suddenly let out a sharp laugh and walked toward him. The man watched her approach, completely confused, wondering why this bitch was getting so close for no reason.

Before he could process it, Yingying delivered a sharp kick right to his crotch. The man’s face instantly drained of color. He curled up on the floor like a boiled shrimp, wailing in agony.

Yingying sneered, leaned over, and said coldly, "Does it feel good? Comfortable? Surprised? Unexpected, right? You really are a moron. You actually believed what this scumbag said? How broken is your brain? Even if you’re all effeminate and don't really count as a man, you’re still wearing a man’s skin. Why didn't you think—if this scumbag can say that to me today, he can say the same to someone else tomorrow. You’re so naive. I’ve been with him for a long time, and look, he betrayed me just like that. He’s a man who’ll sleep with anyone, man or woman. You idiot, wake up. If you keep following him, your end won't be any better. Understand?"

Though the man was writhing on the floor in pain, he took every word Yingying said to heart. He thought about it seriously. And, well, you really couldn't deny it—given Guo Gang’s nature, it was entirely possible he’d do something like that. It wasn't even surprising.

Yingying knew all of this because Jiang Rui had told her; otherwise, how could she have known so much about the scumbag?

Jiang Rui was sitting nearby, snacking on peanuts and having pulled a can of beer from somewhere. She took a sip, smacked her lips, and decided the beer wasn't bad—it had a slightly bitter aftertaste. She liked it. Suddenly hearing Yingying repeat everything she had told her, Jiang Rui gave a thumbs up. "Oh my, this girl is something else. She looks so soft and weak, but I didn't expect her to have such explosive power!"

Guo Gang was truly terrified now. How did this bitch know all these things? Damn it, he couldn't let her keep spouting off like this—who knew what earth-shattering secrets she’d reveal next? He was scared, filled with dread. Guo Gang shouted, "Yingying, that’s enough! Stop ruining my reputation here. I’m sorry for what happened today, but is it really right for you to slander my name and insult my character like this?"

If he let her keep talking, who knew what she might say? Yingying cast him a glance, too lazy to even bother with him, but she couldn't help but say, "This is hilarious, Guo Gang. You really are a piece of trash. At a time like this, you’re still accusing me of ruining your reputation? What, do you need me to pull out the evidence and show everyone?"

Guo Gang’s heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The man lying on the floor, clutching his crotch, heard Yingying’s words. Even though he felt it was unlikely, a voice deep within his soul felt an odd, overwhelming sense of agreement with her.