Xie Heng instinctively turned to look, his tone cold and irritated, his jaw tight. "We’re not grinding the Secret Realm today, so what is she doing here looking for me?"
He didn’t know what he was so nervous about.
’He must be worried this woman is here to cause trouble for him again. It’s definitely not for any other reason.’
Beside him, Xu Wen paused when he heard that. Seeing Jiang You walk past in the distance, he said instinctively, "Bro, it doesn’t look like she’s here for you."
The moment he said that,
the air fell silent.
Xie Heng looked over. Jiang You really wasn’t there to see him. In fact, she hadn’t even noticed him.
His expression inexplicably turned a few shades colder, and if you looked closely, you’d see his face had darkened.
Xu Wen and the others exchanged glances.
’If she isn’t here for our captain, then she must be here for some other guy.’
’How awkward.’
The guys next to Xu Wen also rubbed their noses and let their eyes wander, as if trying to defuse the awkwardness.
Jiang You was oblivious.
"Sister You, that’s the guy!" Yu Lin, standing beside Jiang You, pointed to a young man—Chen Yu’s boyfriend.
He was average-looking, with a head of brown hair. Despite his ordinary appearance, his eyes held a strange confidence. He was currently wearing a tracksuit and playing volleyball with a group of people.
It was a co-ed game.
He was deliberately aiming for the girls’ chests as he played, his malicious intent obvious.
The girls looked furious, but all they could do was grit their teeth and bear it.
The brown-haired guy let out a malicious laugh, a nauseating sight.
Watching this, Jiang You found it quite nauseating as well.
Now, what Lin Xue had told her was starting to sink in. She couldn’t understand what Chen Yu saw in a guy like this.
She’d heard that he had pursued Chen Yu relentlessly, showering her with meticulous care. It was as if he were her tailor-made true love, which was why Chen Yu had finally agreed to be with him.
But it wasn’t long after they got together that he showed his true colors.
But Chen Yu believed he would change for the better, that he would go back to being the way he was before.
’Isn’t this a classic romance scam? She’s being completely manipulated and doesn’t even know it.’
"Let’s go. Surround him," Jiang You said coolly.
The group instantly moved to surround him.
The brown-haired guy didn’t even have time to react. Seeing a group of people who looked like trouble surrounding him, a flicker of fear crossed his face. "Wh-what do you want?"
Yang Qi walked right up and kicked the back of the guy’s knees, forcing him to the ground.
Several of her group immediately held him down as he tried to get back up.
The group parted, and Jiang You appeared before him.
The purple rose brooch.
And Jiang You herself.
Having dated Chen Yu, the brown-haired guy naturally knew of Jiang You and recognized her on sight.
"Chen Yu! It was Chen Yu, wasn’t it!" The brown-haired guy’s face turned ugly as he was held kneeling on the ground. "I said I wouldn’t break up, so she sent you after me!"
"We’ll get to that in a minute," Jiang You said slowly, looking down at him. "First, let me ask you: did you hit her?"
Hearing this, the brown-haired guy looked flustered and immediately clamped his mouth shut.
"So you did hit her," Jiang You said with a cold smile. "Have you never heard the saying? ’Even when you beat a dog, you answer to its master.’"
"Wh-what are you going to do?" the brown-haired guy stammered, his panic growing.
"Bring that cart of volleyballs over," Jiang You ordered.
Yu Lin hurried to pull the cart of volleyballs over.
All the onlookers were now focused on the scene.
Yang Qi, seeming to understand what Jiang You had in mind, eagerly rolled up one of her sleeves, revealing a pale, slender forearm.
Lin Xue helped by rolling up the sleeve on Jiang You’s other arm.
Yu Lin handed a volleyball to Jiang You.
Jiang You: "..."
’She had planned to have someone else do the hitting; she hadn’t wanted to get her own hands dirty.’
’But here they were, rolling up her sleeves and handing her a ball.’
’Looks like she had to do it herself. Well, her volleyball skills were pretty good, so it was fine either way.’
She took the volleyball from Yu Lin and bounced it in her palm a few times.
Then, she tossed the ball up with one hand and slammed the other into its center.
The volleyball shot straight into the guy’s face.
The guy cried out in pain, feeling as if his nose had been broken.
Before he could react, the next ball was already on its way, slamming heavily into his chest.
"I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!" the guy wailed, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Jiang You remained expressionless. She picked up another volleyball, tossed it into the air, and was about to strike when her wrist was suddenly seized in a tight grip.
The volleyball dropped to the ground, making a few soft THUDS before it slowly rolled away.
Jiang You frowned slightly and turned to the person beside her.
It was Xie Heng.
"Hey, what do you think you’re doing!" Yang Qi shouted, moving to pull him away.
But Yu Lin and the others stopped him.
Yang Qi didn’t know who he was, but the girls did: this was Sister You’s fiancé.
Xie Heng merely swept a glacial gaze over Yang Qi before turning back to Jiang You.
"Jiang You, what are you doing?" Xie Heng frowned, looking utterly serious. "Bullying a fellow student?"
"Let go. I have my reasons for teaching him a lesson." Jiang You tugged at her arm, her gaze cold as she stared at Xie Heng. "Don’t interfere."
"What reason?" Xie Heng’s brow was deeply furrowed. "You’ve always been arrogant, using your family’s status to bully others whenever you feel like it."
He stared at Jiang You, then said after a moment of silence, "It’s wrong to bully people."
"He hit one of my people, so I’m hitting him back. It’s that simple." Jiang You yanked her arm again. "Let go."
Xie Heng’s eyes were filled with suspicion, but he let go of her arm.
Jiang You ignored him, picked up another volleyball, and spiked it.
A short while later, the entire cart of volleyballs was empty.
The guy was a complete, pathetic mess.
Jiang You walked over to the guy, tennis racket in hand, and tapped it on his shoulder. "Chen Yu broke up with you. Accept it. If I find out you’re still pestering her, it won’t be volleyballs next time. Got it?"
The guy sobbed wretchedly. "Sister You, I get it, I get it! I won’t bother your people again!"
"Good." Jiang You tossed the tennis racket onto him, her gaze utterly cold. Without a second glance at the guy, she said, "We’re leaving."
Jiang You walked away, and her entourage followed.
Xie Heng’s gaze fell on Jiang You’s wrist, reddened where he had grabbed it. He couldn’t help but frown. Quickening his pace, he fell into step beside her, his tone softening. "I’m sorry. I didn’t understand the situation. Did I grab you too hard?"
Jiang You ignored him and kept walking.
’There’s no mission right now, so she had no desire to waste her breath on this fiancé of hers.’
’Still, her wrist did hurt from where he’d grabbed it.’
Jiang You stopped in her tracks. She couldn’t just let this go.
In front of everyone, she raised her hand, holding her wrist out to him. She lifted her chin, looking at him with cold arrogance. "You hurt it. Blow on it for me."
’Making him blow on the hand of someone he dislikes in public... that must really piss him off, right?’