Chapter 17: Master Gu Running Naked

The old man lay on the ground, wailing, "Oh, help! He hit someone! Come look, everyone, he's killing me..."

"Old man, stop spouting nonsense. Are you trying to pull a scam?" Gu Qiyu kicked the old man on the ground viciously.

The old man—who was actually Jiang Wanning—cleverly pulled her foot inward. Gu Qiyu missed the solid contact, but to outsiders, it looked like a tall, sturdy man bullying a defenseless elder.

Passersby pulled out their phones and started filming. No one on Earth can resist a bit of drama.

"How heartless! Bullying an old person... Oh, my leg is broken..."

"Look at him, dressed so fancy but acting like a dog. How could he hit an elder?"

"Exactly, it's too much. Someone help the old person up!"

"I saw it all. They were the ones who hit the old person, and instead of apologizing, he’s kicking them. It’s unbelievable."

Gu Qiyu, flustered and enraged, swung his hand to swat the phones away from the people closest to him.

"My phone..."

"It’s just a few cheap phones. I’ve got plenty of money." Gu Qiyu pulled a thick stack of red banknotes from his coat and flung them into their faces.

Jiang Wanning watched his thin jacket and fell into deep thought. In the digital age, it was quite bizarre for someone to carry such a large amount of cash on them, wasn’t it?

The bills drifted down from above, scattering around her.

"A tip from me. Use it to buy your coffin."

His tongue was so venomous; he was a textbook bully, the kind who would be beaten to death in the street in ancient times. Gu Qiyu strode away again.

A kind-hearted person helped Jiang Wanning up.

Watching Gu Qiyu’s retreating back, Jiang Wanning silently picked up her phone, opened the camera, clicked record, and counted down in her heart: one, two, three...

Suddenly, the swaggering Gu Qiyu began to twitch as if having a seizure, jumped in place, and started stripping off his clothes.

"Qiyu, what’s wrong with you?" Jiang Xinwan didn't understand why he had suddenly gone insane and started undressing in the middle of the street.

"It itches, it itches! Help me see what’s inside!" Gu Qiyu tore open his shirt.

Jiang Xinwan’s face flushed slightly. Her expression was bashful, like a succulent peach. She felt awkward; after all, even if she could see his passion, this wasn't exactly the right occasion.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up!" It was the first time Gu Qiyu had raised his voice like that at her. He was itching to death, and she was over there acting shy for heaven's sake.

"Oh, right." Jiang Xinwan buried her head into his clothes.

"Ew..." The passersby looked on with disdain. In broad daylight, on the street, performing such indecent acts? Could you please go to the motel around the corner?

When Jiang Xinwan saw what was inside Gu Qiyu’s clothes, her face went pale with terror: "My god, there are so many little mice..."

What was worse, one of the mice crawled out over her fingertips, its long tail wrapping around her finger as it dangled from her palm.

The newborn mice had no fur. Their skin was a bizarre, translucent shade, like a thin membrane ready to burst, revealing twisted, interlaced blood vessels beneath. Deep red blood pulsed slowly inside, and the only color was the pitch-black, sharp nails on their tiny paws, scratching against her palm over and over...

Her pupils dilated, her breathing grew rapid, and Jiang Xinwan felt her head might explode. She screamed and flung her hand frantically...

Gu Qiyu froze. His body felt as if it were being torn by hundreds of claws; countless terrifying things were scuttling everywhere.

And on his face...

Oh no.

The worst had happened. The mouse Jiang Xinwan had flung landed squarely on his nose. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a transparent membrane and a pair of tiny, half-open eyes staring back at him, while a small, red, dot-like mouth wiggled...

"Ah..." He let out a scream like a marmot.

He shook violently and tore off his clothes like a maniac. He didn't want this body anymore... He didn't want it!!!

That litter of mice was mischievous indeed, splitting into several groups—some going high, some going low. The more Gu Qiyu shook, the more the mice scurried, even diving straight into his trousers.

Tomorrow’s headline: Shocking! Young Master of the Gu Family Streaking in the Street!

Netizens couldn't help but connect this to recent news, wondering if this was just a weird fetish of the rich. They felt they had uncovered the truth.

Of course, that was a story for another time.

Jiang Wanning sent the video directly to several major influencers, confident that they would fight to post it.

Young Master Gu was about to go viral!!

You're welcome.

In the cafe, Jiang Wanning stood before Mrs. Lu. It was strange; Mrs. Lu wasn't drinking coffee but bone broth, and she looked absolutely intoxicated by it.

Her way of drinking was also peculiar: she would stick out her tongue to lap it up, then curl the liquid into her mouth and swallow.

"Mrs. Lu."

Mrs. Lu was immersed in her world of culinary delight. She looked up to see a scrawny old man. She twitched her nose and took a deep sniff.

"Mrs. Lu, I heard you’re hiring a chef. I’m here to apply."

Mrs. Lu thought for a moment. She didn't think she was, but did that matter?

"Fine, no problem. You’re hired."

Jiang Wanning had expected to spend more time talking; it was just that easy? After so much experience, the sudden smoothness made her suspicious. Having been beaten down by life, she was no longer the innocent little girl she once was.

"Don't you want to ask more?"

"No need, you’re perfect."

"May I ask, what makes me perfect?"

"I really like the smell on you."

Jiang Wanning raised her arm and sniffed hard. The smell Mrs. Lu liked... was it the smell of an old person?

Fine, she supposed rich people always had some strange quirks.

Back at the Lu family mansion, Lu Jingchen didn't usually live there and rarely returned. Yet, the moment Jiang Wanning pushed the door open, she saw Lu Jingchen sitting at the dining table, methodically cutting his steak.

He didn't even look up. "Did you go see Wanwan?" His tone was flat, yet it carried a crushing sense of intimidation.

Mrs. Lu shivered and whispered, "I just went to have a chat with her."

Lu Jingchen wiped his mouth with a napkin, his movements elegant.

"I want you to remember one thing: whether you like it or not, she will be your daughter-in-law. Starting today, she will be living here. I hope you two can get along and build a relationship."

He tossed the napkin aside and walked past them with his long legs.

Jiang Wanning tried her best to make herself invisible. Lu Jingchen was not like that fool Gu Qiyu; he was a professional detective. She was genuinely afraid he would see through her small disguise.

"You..." Lu Jingchen suddenly stopped beside her.

Jiang Wanning’s heart leaped into her throat.