Chapter 57: Continued Abuse

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You should know that I’m someone who has never liked being at a disadvantage. You should also understand that our past debt has not been cleared. I’m not a magnanimous person, and I’m rarely benevolent. I will eventually settle this debt properly. But, before that happens, I think that you should be smarter and do a better job of avoiding me.”

She had never seen Jiang Jiusheng like this—so aggressive and reeking of danger.

Liu Xu gritted her teeth. Her wrists were growing numb, and her forehead was damp with perspiration.

Jiang Jiusheng leaned over slightly and looked into her eyes. She said slowly, pausing after every word, “You will only be comfortable when I am.” She paused. “Understand?”

Liu Xu was dumbstruck.

Jiang Jiusheng released her. She leaned down and grabbed a few napkins to wipe her hands before taking Bomei in her arms.

“Mo Bing,” she said, “take me to the hospital.”

Mo Bing didn’t understand what she meant.

There were a few people in the corridor who had rushed down to gawk at the commotion. They didn’t know what Jiang Jiusheng had up her sleeve.

Jiang Jiusheng explained amicably, “Didn’t I just fell down? My arm injury seems to be getting more severe.”

The audience was speechless.

Anyone familiar with Jiang Jiusheng knew her as a person who was easy to get along with—a person with a lazy personality and an indifferent expression who rarely made things difficult for other people. Over time, they had forgotten how cunning Jiang Jiusheng could be and how much more ruthless she was compared to other people when she had to protect herself.

After this hospital trip, how would the online netizens view the “culprit” responsible for the accident, Liu Xu, not to mention the program production team who had seemingly incited the trouble?

The program director wished she could kill Liu Xu with her glare. It’s over. Now we have to suffer as well.

At 8:30 p.m., the topic “Jiang Jiusheng’s old injury is worsened” was on all the major news channels. A wave of haters attacked Liu Xu’s Weibo.

Liu Xu hadn’t released her new song yet. Now, it seemed that her path to repair her reputation would be a long and arduous one.

It was close to 10:00 p.m. when the hospital was done examining Jiang Jiusheng’s injury. Mo Bing sent her back. Jiang Jiusheng intentionally fixed the position of the arm in the cast, hiding it even as she allowed the reporters to get as many shots as they wanted.

In the limo, Jiang Bomei was yelping hysterically. It had barked the entire way to the hospital and hadn’t stopped for even a second. The poor thing sounded miserable.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

It was so upset that there might as well have been a river of tears to go along with its lost fur.

Awoo—!

Jiang Jiusheng tapped it on the head. “Stop yelping.” Then she rubbed the stumpy fur on its head and said with a stern face, “Who asked you to run around by yourself? Will you dare to do this again in the future?”

Woof!

It used its claws to tug at the remaining fur on its head. It looked so ugly after the scissors had snipped its fur off. The dog looked close to tears.

Mo Bing wanted to laugh when she thought about how similar Liu Xu and Bomei’s heads looked. After what Jiang Jiusheng had done, it was likely that Liu Xu would need to go to the beauty salon to have her hair trimmed short tomorrow.

The combination of the shape of her head and short hair… Mo Bing nearly laughed just thinking about it.

“Do I have a schedule tomorrow morning?” Jiang Jiusheng asked Mo Bing.

“We have an appointment with Director Wu to settle on your album.”

“Push it to the afternoon.” It was not a tone open to negotiation.

Mo Bing rarely saw Jiang Jiusheng push back her work. “Do you have something going on?” she asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m going to take Bomei to trim her fur.”

She’s skipping work for this fat dog? She’s really spoiling it!

“Shengsheng, if you really like dogs that much, you can get one for yourself,” teased Mo Bing. “I have no objections.”

Jiang Jiusheng had always been fond of dogs, especially white Pomeranians.

“It’s fine,” Jiang Jiusheng said. She picked up Bomei, then rolled down the window and gazed at the neon lights outside. Her eyes were clear, bright, and deep as she laughed. “It’s the same as adopting one.”

Adopt? Who?

Jiang Jiusheng patted Jiang Bomei’s head. “Bomei, call me older sister.”