Chapter Seventy-Seven: I Love You, Brother

Jiang Hu's malice level was far too high. It was dangerous.

At any moment, he could destroy the small world, and take himself down with it.

Only then did Mo Niannian bring up Jiang Hu's past and study it carefully.

As always, Jiang Hu in this world was miserably unfortunate.

His parents had been framed by their enemies and died, and he, in turn, had learned to flatter and please under that enemy's thumb, desperately making money and squeezing out every last bit of his value.

Most crucially, he knew all of it and still had no way to change it.

Over the years... Jiang Hu had gone thoroughly off the rails.

What drove the small world to collapse was that, a few years later, after Jiang Hu's enemy had wrung out his final ounce of value and realized he was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, he directly exposed a whole series of "Jiang Hu's" scandals.

Jiang Hu's fans were furious. They had once loved him as fiercely as they now hated him.

Everything turned back on him. The whole internet vilified Jiang Hu, tearing him apart with such venom that he was condemned beyond forgiveness.

Already on the brink of collapse, Jiang Hu finally went completely mad. He strapped explosives all over himself and, at a press conference held by his enemy, took more than ten thousand people down with him.

Mo Niannian did not know where Jiang Hu came from, only that every small world could make him suffer like this.

Her fingertips paused on today's date.

If she remembered correctly, tonight Jiang Hu would be sent by his enemy into another pervert's bed.

What else could Mo Niannian do? Of course she could only go out and save him.

She got herself ready and even sat down to eat a meal made by the family cook.

In her previous life, Jiang Hu had taken such good care of her that, now, these dishes were strangely hard for her to swallow.

Mo Niannian could not help but reflect on herself for two seconds.

She slung on a small bag and headed for the banquet where Jiang Hu's troubles were to begin.

The Mo family was a nouveau riche family, yes, but an elite one. Upon arriving, they had forced their way to the top of the four great families in the capital.

Though the others were displeased at being pressed down by such a country bumpkin family, they could not deny it... the Mo family had money.

You do not agree? Then I will simply bury you in money until you do.

It was said that the money Mo's father had thrown around could have bought one of the four great families outright.

Under such domineering methods, no one in the capital dared slight the Mo family; after all, who would quarrel with money?

Mo Niannian was very satisfied with her current identity. Using her face card, she walked straight into what was supposedly a high society evening event.

The moment she stepped inside, a whole crowd immediately gathered to shower her with flattery.

The old Mo Niannian had loved hearing it. If they praised her enough to please her, she would fling money at them in stacks.

Today, though, Mo Niannian had no time for them. She handed out a few bills to send them away, then began searching for Jiang Hu.

Jiang Hu was too handsome, and as the male lead of the small world, he naturally carried that effortless leading-man aura; standing in a crowd, he was impossible to miss.

Beside him stood his plump manager, who was speaking with a man across from them.

Jiang Hu's expression was faint, impossible to read.

As expected of a male lead, even knowing he was about to be sent to another man's bed, he could still remain this calm.

Mo Niannian could only admire him.

With the intention of watching the fun, she hid in a corner and peered over.

The man in front of Jiang Hu soon could not sit still. His whole body seemed swarmed by ants, his eyes darting again and again toward Jiang Hu.

Little by little, he edged closer, his hand almost reaching Jiang Hu's thigh.

Jiang Hu suddenly stood up and looked toward Mo Niannian, calling out loudly, "Niannian, what a coincidence!"

That day, her companion had called her Niannian; that should have been the name.

Mo Niannian, who had been happily eating melon from the sidelines, was suddenly called out. And since the person calling her was her idol, she had no choice but to stop watching the show.

She stood and smiled brightly. "What a coincidence, brother! You're here too."

"Yes, I just arrived not long ago."

"Me too," Mo Niannian said with exaggerated enthusiasm.

The man across from Jiang Hu clearly knew Mo Niannian. He stood at once. "What a coincidence, Miss Mo."

He looked between Mo Niannian and Jiang Hu. "May I ask what your relationship with Jiang Hu is?"

Jiang Hu took two steps to stand beside Mo Niannian. His voice was low and leisurely, full of insinuation. "Niannian is my fan. She's liked me for many years. We only met yesterday."

Mo Niannian smiled: damn dog male lead.

And yet she could not refute him.

Still smiling, she nodded. "I've liked brother for many years."

The man revealed an "I see" expression. "Haha, then I'll leave you two to it."

With that, he left very tactfully, glancing back at Jiang Hu one last time with some regret.

What a stunning catch. Too bad the little ancestor of the Mo family had her eye on him. Ah, such a pity.

Jiang Hu's manager hesitated, lingering where he stood and unwilling to leave.

Jiang Hu spoke lazily. "Still not going? Want to stay and watch yourself?"

"Then... you two talk," the manager had no choice but to leave early.

Jiang Hu smiled, his brows and eyes curving. "Little cutie, what a coincidence. We meet again."

Mo Niannian looked at him with an expression that said otherwise. Thanks, but I am thoroughly nauseated.

Silently gathering her courage, she began to pull out the big guns. "Aaaah! Brother, I'm so excited to see you. One day apart feels like three years—that is exactly how I feel."

"Brother, you have no idea, I even dreamed of you last night."

"I dream of seeing you every single day! I want to go crazy for you, to lose my mind for you, to ram my head against the wall for you."

Mo Niannian deliberately spoke in a cutesy, syrupy voice, nearly disgusting herself to death.

Fortunately, seeing Jiang Hu's face twist as if he were constipated made her spirit soar again.

She piled on a whole string of rainbow-colored compliments, then looked at him expectantly.

Jiang Hu said stiffly, "...Thank you."

Mo Niannian tilted her head and thought about it. Mere verbal stimulation did not seem enough. Her eyes lit up. "Brother, I was too nervous last time and forgot to ask for a hug. Could you give me one?"

As she spoke, she pounced toward Jiang Hu.

Jiang Hu dodged sharply. Mo Niannian clearly saw the deep disgust and revulsion in his eyes, dark and stormy.

Her hug was avoided, and she looked woundedly at Jiang Hu. "Brother!"

Jiang Hu quickly rearranged his expression. "Sorry, a reflex."

Mo Niannian smiled brightly. "It's fine. Could brother give me a hug? Just one hug will do."

"Of course."

Jiang Hu opened his arms, every movement stiff no matter how you looked at it.

Mo Niannian pretended not to notice, rushing forward to cling tightly to him. "Brother is the best."

As she said that, while Jiang Hu was not paying attention, she even took the chance to get a little handsy.

Jiang Hu nearly shoved her away. His gaze instantly turned cold, as cold as the prelude to a storm.

Mo Niannian knew when to stop. With a giggle, she let go of him. "All right, brother, let's go. I'll take you home."

Jiang Hu closed his eyes, suppressing all the chill in his gaze. When he opened them again, he gave a slight nod. "Then I'll have to trouble our little cutie."

Hah. It seemed he still had not reached his limit.

Mo Niannian clenched her little fists, determined to press on with even greater effort.