Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I went straight to the underground parking garage, planning to head home.

After I got down there, I unexpectedly ran into Qiao Xia again.

She had her arm linked with a young guy’s, and the two of them looked very close.

The guy was about five foot nine, pretty slim and fair-skinned. He was kind of good-looking, wore glasses, and had that refined, scholarly air, like a student.

Qiao Xia said with a smile, “You go back to school first. Jingqiu and I made plans to get our nails done later.”

The guy said, “Old Zhao’s ex-girlfriend?”

Qiao Xia said, “Yeah.”

The guy frowned. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved in that mess today.”

Qiao Xia was displeased. “She came to cause trouble at Xiaoyu’s wedding. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing!”

The guy hurriedly smiled and said, “That woman was so crazy. I was afraid she’d hurt you.”

Qiao Xia’s expression immediately brightened again. “It’s fine. Isn’t everything settled now? Jingqiu let go of her obsession, and Xiaoyu and Old Zhao’s wedding ended perfectly.”

I watched them leave.

Then I shook my head with a sigh.

Qiao Xia was a bit too much of a love fool.

That guy was shrewd and selfish.

They wouldn’t last long.

But what did that have to do with me? One was willing to hit, and the other was willing to be hit.

I shrugged, though I did feel a little bad for Qiao Xia.

She was the kind of girl who felt like a chivalrous heroine-righteous, smart, and kind. She deserved better.

After getting in the car, my hands were itching for something to do, so I opened our little WeChat group.

“Grandsons, your grandpa is back. Log on, log on.”

Buddy 1: “Gray grandson, done with the banquet?”

Buddy 2: “Boss is making me work. Gotta handle a dispute. Next time.”

Buddy 3: “What do we do now? We’re one short.”

For some reason, I thought of that idiot Zhao Zhiming. From the look of him, he probably played games too.

“Wait a sec. I’ll find someone.”

I sent Zhao Zhiming a WeChat message and asked if he knew how to play PUBG.

Zhao Zhiming sent me a screenshot. “I’m Conqueror this season.”

Holy crap.

With trembling hands, I forwarded the screenshot to the group.

The group went silent for a moment.

Then those bastards started spamming like crazy.

“Where’s the boss?”

“Hurry up and invite him in!”

“My heart is racing, my hands are shaking!”

“Don’t invite the god until Grandpa gets back! Wait for me, wait for me!”

I messaged Zhao Zhiming.

“May I invite you into our little group? Don’t worry, they’re all my classmates. No bad guys.”

Zhao Zhiming replied instantly, “All cops?”

Me: “Mm.”

Zhao Zhiming: “Bring it on. Let me see if our police comrades can shoot straight.”

Me: “You just finished your wedding today. You should still be pretty busy afterward, right? Let’s do it another day.”

Zhao Zhiming: “I can squeeze out half an hour. Log on.”

A dozen seconds later, Zhao Zhiming sent a crying emoji. “Wait a sec, my wife is twisting my ear. Hold on.”

I burst out laughing. “Bro, you go handle your stuff first. I’m driving home. Let’s play together tonight.”

Zhao Zhiming: “No problem!”

…

That was my first meeting with Xiaxia.

Because she had a boyfriend, I didn’t get to add her on WeChat.

She saw me as some random passerby and forgot me the moment she turned away.

But that day, I gained a friend-Zhao Zhiming.

Old Zhao later posted in the group, saying Xiaoyu was too tired and he’d coaxed her to sleep.

Then we played all night.

In other words, Old Zhao spent his wedding night with me.

Years later, after Xiaxia and I got married, Old Zhao got his revenge on me by teaming up with that bunch of terrible friends to urge me to log on and play PUBG.

Tch-

Play what damn PUBG?

Wasn’t my wife way more tempting?