Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Don't worry, I know people in the police force, he can't do anything to me. Otherwise, why do you think I'd dare to make my move?" signaled Hao Jian, indicating he was in no trouble.

Qin Bing nodded, half convinced, half dubious.

At this moment, however, the chubby owner approached with a long face, handing Hao Jian eight hundred yuan:

"Brother, I'm begging you, please don't come to my restaurant anymore. I'm truly scared of you."

After eating so much of his food and even injuring his customers, the owner was really at his wit's end.

"Hey, there are such good deals too, eat for free and even get a bonus," Hao Jian laughed happily.

Qin Bing held her forehead and sighed. How thick-skinned could this guy be, to not realize the contempt in the other's words?

Hao Jian and Qin Bing left the restaurant, then they bought a large bag of snacks, rented some discs, and prepared to go home to watch movies.

Just then, Hao Jian received a call from Shu Ya...

"You bastard, have you gone crazy with fun out there? Don't you know to come home? Don't you know what time it is?" Shu Ya roared on the other end.

"Who are you?" Hao Jian pretended to be shocked.

"Did your brain get caught in a door? I'm Shu Ya!" Shu Ya bellowed angrily, wondering what game this son of a bitch was playing now.

"Shu Ya? Impossible, my wife should be a demure and gentle lady, how could she swear like you?" Hao Jian expressed his surprise.

"Fuck you, I'm giving you half an hour to roll back home or you'll regret it!" Shu Ya threatened directly.

Damn, when did this woman become so fierce? Could it be pre-marital jitters? Hao Jian secretly smacked his tongue; Shu Ya never used to curse, but now she was spewing them like a sailor.

Being around Hao Jian made Shu Ya pick up some of his bad habits—a classic case of a near monk turns devil.

"I'm not coming home tonight," Hao Jian stubbornly said.

"Not coming back? Where are you going? Where do you want to mess around? Which slut are you with?" Shu Ya launched into her tirade.

Hao Jian was at his wit's end. Was this girl taking her role too seriously, truly thinking she was his wife? Now she was turning the tables on him!

So what if I'm hooking up? What's it to you? What can you do about it?

"Wife, don't be angry, I'm out drinking with friends. We'll drink till morning, I'll come back first thing," Hao Jian immediately changed his tone, begging like a dog wagging its tail.

"Men or women?" Shu Ya asked.

"Women." Hao Jian replied truthfully.

"What?" Shu Ya's expression changed instantly.

"But she thinks I'm a woman," Hao Jian quickly corrected himself.

"Hao Jian, what the hell are you doing?" Shu Ya was getting angry, his words were all over the place.

"Sigh, it's a long story, but she basically sees me as a sister. Don't worry, I won't have any improper thoughts about her, she's just feeling lonely and wants someone to keep her company. But she utterly hates and detests men, so I just had to turn into a woman," Hao Jian roughly explained, hoping Shu Ya would understand.

"Fine then, come back early tomorrow, and don't get yourself into any romantic debts out there!"

Shu Ya snorted and then hung up the phone.

Hao Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry; this woman was getting more and more outrageous.

"Who was that?" Qin Bing said, coming out of the video store with the discs.

"Oh, it was my mom, so annoying," Hao Jian forced a laugh; he couldn't exactly say it was his fiancee who had called, could he? That would be letting the cat out of the bag!

Hao Jian felt like he was dying on the inside. Once you start telling one lie, you need countless lies to cover it up. In the end, he would indeed go insane.

"Old folks are like that," Qin Bing smiled faintly, a hint of sorrow in her voice: "I wish my parents would nag me, but they've passed away."

The atmosphere turned silent for a moment.

Hao Jian looked at Qin Bing, sighing inwardly, feeling a pang of sympathy for her.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Let's hurry home and watch the movie. With a good sister like me by your side, you'll never be alone again."

Hao Jian put an arm around Qin Bing's shoulder comfortably, his eyes revealing pure friendship, nothing more.

Finally, Qin Bing's lips curved into a smile as she wrapped her arm around Hao Jian's waist, and they headed home together.

Then, Hao Jian spent the next half hour amid Qin Bing's screams, tormented almost to the point of death.

Watching the murderer with a chainsaw on TV, Hao Jian kept yawning, desperately wanting to doze off, but every time he tried, Qin Bing would scream, driving him nearly to the point of a nervous breakdown.

"I say, sis, if you're so scared of horror movies, why do you watch them? Isn't that seeking punishment?" Hao Jian was speechless.

"I like horror movies, but I'm too scared to watch them alone. With you here today, of course, I can't miss this chance," Qin Bing said, her focus entirely on the television.