"It doesn't seem very convenient," Wang Yue said with a smile.
"You still say she's not your girlfriend, you just don't want me to be the third wheel, do you?" Wang Qiao'er laughed.
"Ah, no need to break it down," Wang Yue chuckled.
How could he let a third person intrude on a trip with Qiao Zixuan? That would ruin the fun. Wang Yue was quite looking forward to this trip.
"Fine, fine, I won't go then," Wang Qiao'er waved her hand.
"Hehe."
Wang Yue didn't respond to that.
Afterward, Wang Qiao'er took Wang Yue around the small town. She seemed particularly curious about all the local delicacies. While eating, Wang Qiao'er ate heartily, showing no restraint expected of a beauty. Wang Yue found Wang Qiao'er's straightforward personality quite agreeable; it made conversing with her very comfortable.
In the span of a day, they had practically eaten their way through everything edible in the town. After eating her fill, Wang Qiao'er's stomach was slightly rounded. She patted it and said, "I finally understand why my dad always misses home so much. The food here is so much tastier than back home."
"Right? I can't speak for anything else, but when it comes to food, our local cuisine ranks highly nationwide," Wang Yue said with a smile.
Wang Qiao'er ordered another bottle of drink and gulped it down, her eyes narrowing in contentment.
"Brother, that girl is so hot, tsk tsk tsk, her figure is amazing too. If I could sleep with her for just one night, I'd gladly trade five years off my life."
"Hehe, didn't you see she's with a young boyfriend? What's so good about these young guys? We muscular types could satisfy her properly."
"Why not go up and ask for her QQ number? Maybe she's perpetually unsatisfied, hahaha."
Not far behind Wang Yue, three perverted men were shamelessly commenting on Wang Qiao'er. Their vulgar remarks were accompanied by lewd laughter. Finally, one of the perverted men, who looked relatively decent, walked over.
"Hi, beautiful, can we get acquainted?" The perverted man lifted his shirt, revealing a six-pack. This bizarre act confused Wang Qiao'er.
She asked, "Brother, is there something wrong with your cerebellum?"
The perverted man blinked, clearly not grasping the underlying meaning of Wang Qiao'er's words. Instead, he chuckled, "So, beautiful, am I strong enough? How about we exchange contact details and get to know each other better?"
"Skinny dog." Wang Qiao'er rolled her eyes. "With those few ribs, you call yourself strong?"
"What does 'skinny dog' mean?" The perverted man scratched his head. However, he understood the latter part of her sentence and got angry. "These are ribs? Did you lose your eyes?"
"Is what my Sister Qiao'er said wrong?" Wang Yue turned his head and asked with a smile.
"Damn it!" Seeing Wang Yue, the perverted man seemed to have seen a ghost. He retreated seven or eight steps back to his table. His two companions didn't understand and asked, "What are you doing? Is there any need to be so flustered?"
"Brothers, I've seen this kid before. He's a really good fighter," the perverted man said nervously.
"What are we afraid of? I want to see how good he is!" another relatively muscular perverted man stood up.
"They look like they're coming to cause trouble. Let's go," Wang Qiao'er said to Wang Yue.
"No need to go. Finish your meal before you leave, because the three of them will start fighting each other very soon." Wang Yue said with a smile.
"Fighting each other?!" Wang Qiao'er was full of disbelief. They were clearly together; would they really fight each other? But ten seconds later, the three of them started arguing for some unknown reason, then began pulling at each other, and then started fighting. The fight was brutal, and they all ended up with bloody heads. Wang Qiao'er was stunned.
She stared at Wang Yue with wide eyes, suddenly finding him even more mysterious. He predicted that the three would fight each other, and then they immediately did. Was it just a guess? Or did her cousin possess legendary magic or something? Wang Qiao'er's imagination began to run wild.
The fight between the three men did not affect Wang Yue and Wang Qiao'er at all. Eventually, the owner called the police, and the three bloody men were taken away by the officers. As they were leaving, they were still cursing each other, their sudden animosity a complete mystery.
"Xiao Yue, how did you know they would fight each other?" Wang Qiao'er was extremely curious.
Wang Yue smiled enigmatically, "What's so difficult about that? I rely on my observation skills."
"I feel like I'm understanding you less and less, but I will see through you," Wang Qiao'er said with a smile. "I get to the bottom of everything and everyone I want to understand."
"Then you'll find that I've always been an enigmatic man," Wang Yue laughed heartily.
...
That night, Wang Yue lay in bed, chatted on QQ for a while, and then went to sleep. He had a dream. In the dream, he was constantly pursued by a cold-faced assassin, and he kept running. In the end, he couldn't run anymore and decided to fight back. So, he killed the assassin. It was that abrupt. Then Wang Yue woke up.
After waking up, the dream still lingered in his mind. Wang Yue checked the time; it was three in the morning. He decided to go back to sleep. But just then, he heard rustling noises outside the door.
"Another thief?" Wang Yue's mind stirred. After he had dealt with a group of thieves last time, it had been a long time since any thieves dared to come around here. However, after listening for a while, Wang Yue realized he was wrong. Apart from the rustling sound, there was no sound of anyone fiddling with the lock. What kind of sound was it? It sounded like someone was constantly adjusting their clothes outside the door.
"Who could it be?" Wang Yue was a little curious. He tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole but saw no one. Yet, the rustling sound became clearer. So, Wang Yue bent down and looked through the gap in the door. The first thing he saw was the heel of a foot in a slipper. The person seemed to be facing away from Wang Yue, fiddling with something.
"What are you doing?" Wang Yue couldn't stand it anymore and directly pulled the door open. When the door opened, he saw a man in slippers, facing away from him, tearing up stacks of paper money! After a closer look, Wang Yue felt a chill run down his spine. This guy was tearing up ghost money!
At midnight, squatting by someone's door and tearing up ghost money would give anyone the creeps. As if hearing the sound of Wang Yue opening the door, the man slowly turned his head, revealing a distorted face.
"You've come." A sinister smile appeared on the man's face.
"Get lost!" Wang Yue kicked him.