Xu Qigang suddenly laughed, "But she doesn’t like you! She’ll always be your elder sister-in-law in this life."
Meng Ping completely stopped talking then; he remembered the scene when Xu Qigang was first brought home by his elder brother. His brother was smiling as he introduced Xu Qigang, with a joy on his face that he had never seen before.
From his childhood to adulthood, he had never seen his brother smile so freely.
His elder brother told him that this was also his brother and that he should call him brother from then on. Even if he himself wasn’t around one day, he would help him clean up messes just like he would.
Meng Ping still remembered Xu Qigang’s ugly expression back then, looking at him with utter disdain; probably he had already heard of his nickname, "Demon Lord of Mayhem," before he even arrived. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Boom..." Suddenly, a towering fire erupted from the factory behind them, illuminating half the sky. It seemed to have started inside and had grown with the wind, eventually reaching a point beyond control. With such a blaze, even gods would be reduced to ashes if they entered.
Xu Qigang, with Meng Ping on his back, violently turned his head, his handsome face bathed in red by the firelight.
"Did you do this?" he pressed through gritted teeth, struggling to suppress the anger in his heart and force himself to calm down, "Meng Ping, answer me."
"Yeah!" Meng Ping didn’t try to escape, "I had to let those people know what kind of person I am, right? Otherwise they’ll end up like my brother. Too easy-going, too honorable, and in the end, it gets them killed."
Mentioning Meng Fan, Xu Qigang’s anger suddenly subsided. He pursed his lips, carried Meng Ping on his back, and without looking back, left the suburbs, one heavy step at a time.
The next day, another big event happened. The first thing was that Bai Oulan, in an interview with an unknown reporter, publicly admitted that the man she actually liked was Xu Qigang. For so many years, she had been suppressing her intense feelings, afraid to express them, afraid to make contact. Worried when she heard he was on a mission, she couldn’t sleep. Due to lack of rest, she even made frequent mistakes while hosting at the Provincial Command Center.
Finally, upon learning he had returned safely, she could no longer suppress the passion in her heart...
And then... there was no "then." Bai Oulan may have shut up, but what happened next, everyone knew, the newspapers printed it all; one only needed eyes to see.
Bai Oulan returned to the Qianjin Dance Troupe and was pelted with rotten eggs, had vegetable leaves thrown at her, and was beaten to the ground. She cried continuously, begging for mercy. She claimed over and over that it was true love, pleading for everyone to let her go, to support her love.
"You’ve already caused enough trouble for the Young Chairman, and now you dare to entangle with the Living Yama."
"Ptui!" Someone spat at her in anger, "Even if the Living Yama went blind, he wouldn’t fancy you."
"Why don’t you take a piss and look at yourself, at what kind of person you are. Sheng Ning is prettier than you, comes from a better background than you, more talented than you; why in the world would the Living Yama fancy you?"
"Beat this woman to death."
"Don’t throw your filth at us; we’ll never believe it."
"We will never believe you; are you doing this to protect your real adulterer?"
"That’s so despicable, kill her, kill her."
Bai Oulan, in agony, cowered on the ground. Why? Why wasn’t it as she had imagined?
"Enough!" Su Yun shouted loudly from the edge of the crowd: "Everyone, stop it, what do you think you look like?"
"Captain, she’s just too shameless!"
"Yes, Captain, how can she casually slander Living Yama?"