…She really had never seen anything like this before.
From childhood to now, the most bloody scenes Zhu Shuiwen had ever witnessed were slaughtering chickens, ducks, and geese during the New Year. She had never even seen a pig being killed—the pig farm was too far from her home.
To her, a wound this bloody would, at the very least, need to be treated at a local clinic.
But before she could say anything, a burst of noise came from behind the door.
A female voice said, “Ah Fei, why are you standing at the door? Are your parents back?”
A male voice followed, “Yuan Xiaxian, shut up! Sister Fei, move aside, I’ll do it. I’ll help you chase your parents out… hic…”
Zhu Shuiwen froze.
Before she even had time to blink, more than ten people surged inside.
The originally spacious room instantly became crowded.
Men and women were mixed together, but they all shared one thing in common: they reeked of alcohol, and their minds didn’t seem very clear.
After coming in, some didn’t even bother taking off their shoes and flopped straight onto the living room carpet, immediately falling into deep sleep. Others touched everything in sight, even trying to pry at the gilded eyes of a dragon motif on a decorative piece. One person walked straight into the kitchen, opened the fridge, rummaged it into chaos, and suddenly—“vomit”—splattered all over a Coke can.
Faced with this surreal scene, Zhu Shuiwen stood frozen in place, her mind completely unable to process what was happening.
If her brain had a CPU, it would have burned out by now.
Then she saw someone casually wipe away a nosebleed and smear it onto a cabinet without a second thought—and she finally couldn’t hold back. She ran toward her sister.
Only now did she understand why, in her “dreams,” she sometimes heard her uncle roaring in anger in the middle of the night.
That cabinet was made of extremely expensive wood.
—And then she realized that even getting close to Zhu Feifei was not easy.
Her sister was surrounded by a crowd. The most flamboyant of them all was Deng Xujie.
He had taken a bottle of red wine from the side cabinet—holding it in one hand and a stemmed glass in the other—dramatically recounting the story to everyone around him.
“Sister Fei was insane tonight! Absolutely insane!”
After repeating “insane” several times, someone helped him out: “So cool and heroic!”
“Yes, yes! Like a god descending to earth! One sweep kick—bam! One left hook—damn!”
“That so-called Young Master Gu? They even stripped him of his clothes!”
Hearing this, Zhu Shuiwen’s eyes subconsciously landed on the patterned jacket Zhu Feifei was wearing.
…Was that the male lead’s clothing?
Since no one else had been there, someone immediately asked, “And then?”
Deng Xujie slammed the bottle down and slapped his thigh excitedly. “That kid Gu Jinyan immediately dropped to his knees begging for mercy! He kowtowed three times—thump thump thump!”
As he spoke, he jumped up in excitement and accidentally kicked the wine bottle beside his foot.
It tipped over.
Red wine seeped into the gray carpet, forming a large, dark stain.
At that moment, Zhu Shuiwen completely forgot about the obviously exaggerated “begging for mercy” story. One thought filled her mind:
Her uncle was definitely going to have a stroke from anger.
That carpet was super—super—expensive!
Zhu Feifei didn’t notice the commotion. Her expression remained calm. Even if she had seen it, she probably wouldn’t have cared.
Although she was surrounded by a lively crowd, her face showed no sign of a smile. Instead, she looked somewhat tired, her beautiful phoenix eyes lowered slightly.
It was obvious she wasn’t in a good mood.
Why was no one noticing that her arm had such a large cut?
Zhu Shuiwen grew anxious.
Someone, displeased with Deng Xujie’s bragging, deliberately poked at him: “I heard you were the one who secretly took over Young Master Gu’s booth and almost got taken away by the police?”
Deng Xujie immediately flared up. “Bullshit! How is that my fault? Brother Wang told me clearly—Gu Jinyan was supposed to go racing motorcycles in Yinjing District tonight! That’s totally different from Dark Night Rose!”
The more he spoke, the angrier he got. “Someone must’ve leaked the info. Whoever it is, I’ll kill them—”
Hearing this, Yuan Xiaxian’s face turned slightly pale. Her eyes darted around before she abruptly cut him off, changing the topic.
“Ah Fei, look who’s here.”
Following her cue, Deng Xujie laughed loudly. “Sister Fei, she really lives in your house?”
Zhu Shuiwen didn’t want to respond to the obvious mockery and simply called out, “Sister.”
Zhu Feifei finally lifted her head.
“Zhu Shuiwen,” she said coldly, her voice heavy with irritation, “I’ll say it again—I don’t have a sister.”
“Exactly,” Deng Xujie chimed in shamelessly, patting his chest. “Sister Fei only has me as her little brother. Hey, country bumpkin, what are you doing here? Don’t you even have a home to go back to? How pitiful—”
Before he could finish, Zhu Feifei grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
“Deng Xujie, get one thing straight. I’m not your sister—I’m your creditor. The money I lent you was a loan, not a gift.”
Because of the force, the already-stopped bleeding started seeping again.
Zhu Feifei clearly felt pain, but her frown only made her look even more fierce.
In her gaze, Deng Xujie trembled like a chick, not daring to breathe.
“You’d better pay back Gu Jinyan’s money as soon as possible. And don’t shout in my house.”
With that, she let go and walked out, visibly irritated.
Everyone instinctively made way for her.
The only sound left in the room was the snoring of the man sleeping on the carpet.
She brushed past Zhu Shuiwen.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned back, impatient. “Aren’t you here for something?”
“…Oh!”
Zhu Shuiwen froze, only realizing after a moment that she was being spoken to. She quickly responded, her voice bright with sudden happiness.
Then she called again, “Sister.”
It wasn’t intentional—she was just happy and couldn’t help herself.
“…Are you sick?”
Although Zhu Feifei’s tone was harsh, she slowed her steps, waiting for the girl to catch up.
“Sister—”
“Zhu Shuiwen, stop talking.”
“Sister, sister.”
“…I heard you! Stop calling already!”