Chapter Eighty-Six: The Third Wheel in Jiangcheng's Illusion, an Extra Chapter for Those Who Sent the Tourmaline Diamond

I studied his expression carefully. When I mentioned Beijing, his lips twitched, and that was enough to prove I was right.

Seizing the moment, I said, “Zhu Bang, may I ask you for a favor? Tell me where the girl Luo Ange likes is, and I’ll go find her for him. Just tell him to stop making things hard for me, all right? I’ve never even had a proper relationship, never married, never had children. I still have my whole youth ahead of me. I can’t waste it on a twisted monster.”

His brows and eyes flickered. “Miss, relying on hearsay is rather amusing.”

No matter how I tried to coax him, Zhu Bang would not admit whether such a girl existed. Defeated, I got out of the car muttering curses and slammed the door so hard it echoed like thunder.

I held Ajiu in my arms and sat on the sofa crying for a while. My mind was full of chaotic thoughts. Unless I had no other choice, I would never think of death. I could run away, escape to a place Luo Ange could not find me. I could call the police. I could...

After I had cried enough, I still had to take some kind of damage control. Looking at that box of birth control pills I had nearly finished off, I truly felt like dying.

For the next several days, Luo Ange did not come looking for me. I knew he was not kindly letting me go; he was simply hiding in the dark, watching how I would resist.

I did not have the heart to think too deeply about what to do next. For now, Xia Qi’s matter was still unresolved, and I had to discuss a plan with Li Wanqiu.

Over the next stretch, we followed Jiang Chenghuan several more times. Perhaps because Xia Qi was far away in the capital and had little time to stay with him, that bastard actually brought his mistress out openly to drink with friends.

This bar was one of the most notorious high-end spots in Kang City. It was said the average patron spent no less than five thousand yuan there. Just to please his little sweetheart, Jiang Chenghuan was certainly generous.

Li Wanqiu and I hid in a corner, watching Jiang Chenghuan put his arm around his mistress, clink glasses with his friends, and then kiss her deeply amid everyone’s cheering.

Li Wanqiu, for her part, had already investigated the mistress thoroughly. Her name was Wang Keying. Both parents were dead, and she lived only with her elderly grandmother. She had just turned eighteen and was a freshman at Kang City Academy of Fine Arts.

I was burdened with thoughts I could not speak to anyone about, so I simply lifted the rainbow-colored cocktail and drank it dry, then asked Li Wanqiu what we should do next.

I really could not wait any longer. Just thinking about Jiang Chenghuan having just finished a passionate tryst with that fresh, tender little mistress, just thinking about Xia Qi still being kept in the dark, I could not endure it for even a second.

Li Wanqiu, however, was leisurely and unhurried. All her interest was focused on the pole dancer on stage, and she answered my questions evasively.

The pole dancer had a sizzling figure, and I seriously suspected she might be a ladyboy from Thailand.

In my distraction, two men came over to chat me up. My eyes had to stay fixed on Jiang Chenghuan’s side at all times; I had no time to deal with these two disreputable men. So I picked up my glass and stood, leaving them to Li Wanqiu.

Just then I suddenly saw Jiang Chenghuan leading the mistress and his friend out the door. I grabbed Li Wanqiu and told her to hurry after them.

She charged out first. Her speed was like Bolt’s; in the blink of an eye, she had vanished without a trace.

I hurried after her. After only a couple of steps, someone grabbed me and leered, “Little girl, leaving so soon? Not staying to have a couple of drinks with your big brother?”

I shoved him away, and then I froze. Wasn’t this the same man who had made a move on me at the dinner after Kang University’s anniversary celebration, the one whose jaw I had dislocated?

What a small world it is. Coming out to help my best friend catch her cheating man, and I run into an enemy instead.

Beside him stood three or four men much like him, all with sleazy expressions and lustful grins as they looked me over. One of them asked, “Brother Wu, this chick is gorgeous. Have you had her yet?”

The man placed one hand on my waist and leaned close to my ear. “Junior sister, I don’t want to drink. I want to have you.”

I laughed. “Really? Then it depends on whether you have the ability.”

With easy flair, he set down his glass, wrapped both arms around my waist, and blew warm breath against my ear. “Really? Then today, your big brother will show you exactly what I’m capable of.”

The others jeered. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through me. I clutched my ear and cried out, then raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Someone whistled. He came to grab me, but I did not move. The moment his arm reached out before me, I seized it with perfect speed and accuracy.

With a crisp crack, he collapsed onto those men, his arm hanging limp.