002 Portable Blood Bag_1

Bai Wanwan was right, the living can never compete with the dead.

That's why Bai Wanwan, who so loved beauty, would rather be smashed to pieces in front of the man she loved the most, just to wedge herself between them.

But Bai Wanwan didn't win either.

When she died, she took Gu Bichen's heart with her, leaving him to live like a walking corpse, changing women as frequently as clothes, transforming from a lovesick fool to a real playboy.

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Bar.

The blasting music was deafening, lights in the dance floor blurred, young men and women gyrating wildly, vying to stand out in the nightlife.

Jiang Xi sat on a sofa in the corner, downing one drink after another.

When Qin Jiu arrived at the bar, Jiang Xi was almost floored by her own drinking; Qin Jiu sat beside her and took away the glass in her hand.

"Give it back…" Jiang Xi, slurring her words, tried to snatch it back, only to be pushed back onto the sofa by Qin Jiu.

"Enough, stop it. Don't you know how bad you are at holding your liquor? You're drinking happily tonight, but just wait until tomorrow morning, let's see if your headache won't be killing you." Qin Jiu spoke with annoyance.

Jiang Xi, who used to abstain from alcohol, had developed quite a tolerance due to the wounds inflicted by that scumbag Gu Bichen over the years.

"A headache would be good, then my heart wouldn't hurt," Jiang Xi said, hugging an empty bottle, swaying left and right like a sunflower in a potted toy.

Qin Jiu was dressed in a golden, fish-scale miniskirt, unmistakably a professional barhopper, with a bad girl aura she managed perfectly.

"So, what kind of trinket has Gu Bichen found this time?"

"A female star." Jiang Xi raised her index finger, giggling foolishly, "You know, I looked over that actress's face again and again, and couldn't find any resemblance to Bai Wanwan. Then I noticed she had a mole in the center of her brows, just in the same spot as Bai Wanwan's. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Qin Jiu watched her laugh, more unsightly than crying, and didn't know how to console her.

Since Bai Wanwan's suicide by jumping from a building, Gu Bichen had changed from his previously affectionate demeanor into a thorough scumbag.

But to call him a scumbag, every woman he slept with bore some resemblance to Bai Wanwan.

"If Gu Bichen really loved Bai Wanwan that much, he should have died with her back then. How tragic and beautiful that would have been. Yet here he is, wriggling his way through life and tormenting you. Why should he do that? Does he think you haven't done enough by being Bai Wanwan's portable blood bag for a year and a half?"

"Not enough, I guess. It's my fault I didn't give my life to Bai Wanwan," Jiang Xi said, earnestly reflecting.

Qin Jiu slapped her on the head, "Stop talking nonsense; you're not Bai Wanwan's mother, why should you sacrifice your life for her? Besides, with ingratitude as repayment, even if you gave blood to Bai Wanwan without expecting anything in return, with Gu Bichen's ungrateful nature, once Bai Wanwan died, he would still blame you all the same."

Reeling from the slap, Jiang Xi felt a wave of nausea and the urge to vomit. She covered her mouth, stood up, and staggered towards the exit.

Qin Jiu, worried, quickly grabbed her bag and phone to follow, but with that short delay, Jiang Xi had vanished from sight.

In the washroom.

After vomiting, Jiang Xi felt light as a feather. She shuffled out of the restroom, feeling so tired and sleepy, desperate to find a place to rest.

The corridor seemed endless, as if stretching into infinity. Jiang Xi, exhausted, leaned against the wall intending to rest for a moment, but as soon as she did, the wall moved.

She was limp all over, and her body fell backwards. Drunk and slow to react, she didn't even register fear.

With a "thump,"

She fell onto the floor, a soft carpet catching her, cloud-like and fluffy. She curled up, rubbed her face on her arm, and, satisfied, closed her eyes.

The chatter in the private room abruptly halted.

"Holy shit, bro, did you see clearly what just rolled in here?" Xie Jianan pointed towards the doorway with a startled expression on his face.

The man seated directly in front of the door was extremely handsome, with gentle brows and an ethereal demeanor that didn't fit with the noisy bar at all.

He was Rong Nian, the third young master of the Rong Family, the Master of the Jing City.

Those who knew him were well aware that despite his present appearance, holding a string of sandalwood buddha beads and looking every bit the austere Buddha-like figure lamenting for sentient beings, he was none other than the fearsome God of Killing that criminals at the border dreaded just five years earlier.

Rong Nian's pale fingers deftly twirled the sandalwood Buddha beads on his wrist, his face serene as water, just like an abstinent buddhist sage, "It's a person, go check it out."

Xie Jianan sprang from the sofa, circled around it, and upon seeing Jiang Xi curled up on the ground lying there ever so leisurely, his eyes lit up, "Bro, it's a great beauty."

"A woman?" A crack appeared in Rong Nian's usually aloof expression.

He had been recuperating in his mountain villa for four years. Three days ago, on his way back to Jing City, he had an unexpected encounter with a fortune-teller.

The soothsayer cast a divination and told him he'd face a calamitous romantic entanglement this year that he couldn't avoid—either death or injury was certain. He warned him not to spend time alone in a room with a strange woman within the next three days or he wouldn't be able to escape the love calamity.

Today was the last day and suddenly a strange woman had burst into the room. Could it be that the curse of that damned prophet had really come true?

Xie Jianan nodded vigorously, "Yup yup yup, a woman."

"Throw her out!" Rong Nian ordered bluntly, not caring whether the fortune-teller's words were reliable, he had no interest in getting entangled with a woman.

"But bro, she's a great beauty," Xie Jianan's face fell, his brother really didn't understand the concept of cherishing the fairer sex.

He stared at Jiang Xi for a long while then looked back at Rong Nian who was so sanctimonious it seemed like there was a halo atop his head. The wheels in his mind churned; today he was determined to let his brother taste the joys of romance, no matter what.

"Bro, I'm gonna find a waiter to help, you watch her for a bit," Xie Jianan said, and then, like oil under his feet, he took off running. With a "bang", he closed the door and even locked it from the outside.

Rong Nian, upon hearing the sound of the door being locked, had a bad feeling. He stood up and strode over, trying to pull the door open a few times, but it wouldn't budge.

He punched the door, "Xie Jianan, open the door!"

"Bro, a single night in spring is worth a thousand gold; just enjoy this gift from the heavens. Consider it a welcome-back present from your little bro." Even through the door, Xie Jianan's tone couldn't hide his glee and sauciness.

He whistled, slid the key into his pocket, and sauntered off.

Just as he reached the edge of the dance floor, he caught sight of a familiar figure who seemed to be looking for someone. He approached, "Jiujiu, what a coincidence, you're at the bar too."

Qin Jiu gave him a glance. She had always looked down on the playboys of Jing City and snapped, "Who's playing? Can't you see I'm looking for someone?"

Xie Jianan was unfazed, "Tell me who you're looking for, I'll help you find them."

Qin Jiu was genuinely worried about Jiang Xi; in just the span of ten minutes or so, she'd cycled through all the crime series scenarios she had watched in the past—from assault before murder to murder before assault—and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

Jiang Xi absolutely couldn't come to harm!

Considering that Xie Jianan was a nightlife regular, she swiftly wondered if he might have seen Jiang Xi. She hurriedly pulled out her phone, brought up a selfie with Jiang Xi, and showed it to Xie Jianan.

"Have you seen her?"

Xie Jianan squinted at the photo, looking at the beautiful woman cheek to cheek with Qin Jiu, and his mind thundered. Damn it, this was a disaster!

He had locked the very person Qin Jiu was looking for in a room with his brother. Was it still possible to rescue her now?