Chapter Twenty-Six: Seething with Rage

Jiang Hu’s illness lingered for a long time, recurring over and over, and Mo Nian Nian, a complete novice at daily life, was forced to shoulder the burden of caring for him.

Just when Mo Nian Nian thought he had contracted some grave sickness and was on the verge of passing away, Jiang Hu’s condition finally improved.

Jiang Hu felt a pang of regret—unfortunately, he could no longer “be ill”; there were matters at the company that required his presence.

He looked at Mo Nian Nian with wistful eyes and spoke weakly, “Sister, I’m going back to school now. Remember to miss me; I’ll miss you too.”

“Got it.” Mo Nian Nian waved cheerfully, even hoping he’d leave sooner.

Having a little one sick was just too much trouble—pitiful and endlessly needy.

But when he clung to her, calling her ‘sister’ in that soft voice, Mo Nian Nian found she couldn’t bring herself to refuse him. Caring for this little fellow had left her utterly exhausted in both body and mind.

“Sister, you don’t miss me at all.” Jiang Hu sidled up again, his face full of grievance.

In his sister’s eyes, it seemed the television, the phone, and the computer were all more important than him, which made him unbearably jealous.

“I miss you, miss you the most, like you best—now off you go.” Mo Nian Nian, perfunctory as ever, finished her routine reply and returned her gaze to her phone, the very picture of a heartless woman.

Jiang Hu’s eyes darkened, anger and displeasure threatening to burst from his chest. Suddenly, Mo Nian Nian sat up. “I almost forgot!”

She got up and ran into her bedroom. “Wait for me, I’ll go to school with you.”

Jiang Hu was stunned, then his heart nearly exploded with joy. “Sister is coming with me?”

Did she not want to part with him, so she wanted to see him off to school?

The possibility made his heart wild and uncontrollable.

Mo Nian Nian changed into her down jacket and followed Jiang Hu outside. It was so cold she wished she could wrap herself in her quilt and go out. If it weren’t for this little one, she’d be happily watching TV at home, instead of suffering out here.

Jiang Hu walked all the way immersed in delight, the corners of his mouth upturned, impossible to suppress.

“Sister, are you coming back to the dorm with me or will you wait in the classroom?” Jiang Hu’s eyes sparkled, desperately hoping Mo Nian Nian would choose the former.

He’d wanted to spend time alone with his sister in the dorm for so long.

Mo Nian Nian glanced about, spotting a girl waving at her not far away. She immediately abandoned Jiang Hu.

“No, I have something to do. Go on by yourself.”

With that, Mo Nian Nian ran toward the girl. The two left together, chatting and laughing.

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over Jiang Hu from head to toe, or as if he’d been kicked into a bottomless abyss—cold seeped into his very bones.

So... his sister hadn’t come to be with him at all.

So his sister knew other people now.

A large hand twisted his heart ruthlessly, spinning it round and round, and he trembled with pain.

He stood at the school gate, gazing for a long time in the direction Mo Nian Nian had disappeared, the beast in his chest raging, howling for him to destroy everything.

Jiang Hu found out about the girl who left with Mo Nian Nian.

She was quite famous—a belle of the foreign languages department, from a good family. Jiang Hu didn’t know her; he’d never cared about these people before.

Today was an exception.

He waited a long time, until the girl returned.

She was smiling brightly, bouncing along the path. How unsightly.

He was much better-looking than her; why didn’t his sister look at him more?

Suppressing his violence and disdain, he stopped her. “Bai Wei?”

Bai Wei certainly knew Jiang Hu—he was a celebrity at the school, many admired him.

Today, his sister had just met her.

Thinking of this, Bai Wei couldn’t help but blush. “Is there something you need?”

“What did you and my sister talk about?” Jiang Hu spoke with effort, restraining his urge to do away with the person before him.

Bai Wei blushed even harder, shyly replying, “Nothing much, just chatted.”

Jiang Hu desperately wanted to know how his sister and Bai Wei had met, what they’d done, and what his sister really meant.

The crowd around them grew; both were well-known at school, and Jiang Hu could hear the whispers.

All discussing him and Bai Wei.

He wanted nothing to do with anyone else.

His voice was chilling. “Stay away from her.”

With those words, he strode off.

Even after he left, he heard remarks like “so handsome” and “such a perfect match.”

Jiang Hu’s mood soured further.

He blamed everything on Bai Wei.

Because of this, he brooded the entire day. Everyone could see that the school’s heartthrob was anything but happy.

Within three meters, all creatures avoided him.

No one dared approach; this version of Jiang Hu was truly intimidating.

As people whispered and speculated about what had turned the school idol into this state, they were also fortunate to witness the first thaw of an iceberg, the awakening of all things.

Jiang Hu received a phone call from Mo Nian Nian.

She invited him to dinner, at a Western restaurant just outside the school.

All his rage, agitation, and restlessness melted away with that single call from Mo Nian Nian.

He was so happy he could hardly express it.

He replied with a childish lilt, “Okay, got it.”

Mo Nian Nian added, “Oh, right, remember to bring that junior from your department, Bai Wei.”

The other end of the line fell silent; not a sound could be heard. Mo Nian Nian called out a few more times, still no response.

Then the call was cut off. It was the first time Jiang Hu had hung up on her.

Mo Nian Nian thought nothing of it, simply assuming the signal was bad. She was delighted at the prospect of matchmaking the little one and Bai Wei.

She’d met Bai Wei—she was sweet and pretty, her manners and speech suited Mo Nian Nian’s tastes perfectly. In the future, she would never have to worry about mother-in-law issues.

On Jiang Hu’s end, it was as if a cold wind swept through. Everyone watched as the school idol crushed a perfectly good phone in his hand.

It was truly mangled.

Instinctively, they retreated, trying to get as far from Jiang Hu as possible, fearing their own heads might be next.

Terrifying.

The anger and frustration Jiang Hu had suppressed erupted in an instant; for a brief moment, he even imagined Bai Wei’s demise.

Bai Wei, of all people, wanted to wedge herself between him and his sister?

Jiang Hu took a deep breath, composed himself, and grabbed a passing student. “Excuse me—”

“Jiang Hu, I’m innocent, I was just passing by, please believe me.”

He regretted being curious and getting so close to Jiang Hu, especially after seeing the fate of Jiang Hu’s phone. Was that his own destined end?

Jiang Hu breathed in again. “Excuse me, how do I get to the School of Foreign Languages?”

“Go straight to the third cafeteria, turn left five hundred meters, then right, and keep going along the steps—you’ll find it.”

“Thank you.”

“No, no, it’s my honor. Goodbye.” The passerby hurried away without looking back.