Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 18: Do You Hate Me? Hehe

Chapter 18: Do You Hate Me? Hehe

When Pink Hair noticed Cao Weidong bringing drinks to the table, he was already embracing a girl on his left and holding another on his right, with two more nightclub girls behind him pressing glittering glasses to his face while cooing softly, Young Master Xu, have a drink~ Just one more~

Xu Jiu tilted his head away from the two glasses near his mouth and gestured toward Cao Weidong with his hand, which bore a Patek Philippe ring studded with a circle of diamonds.

The liquor in the glass swayed, and just as a neon spotlight swept across, a pure white reflection shot through the alcohol straight toward Cao Weidong’s chest.

With a slight adjustment of his wrist, Xu Jiu angled the glass to direct the light into Cao Weidong’s eyes.

Xu Jiu narrowed his eyes into smiling crescents, his raven-feather lashes casting delicate shadows beneath them, each lash distinct and clear.

Cao Weidong set down the drinks from his tray and said, That’s all.

Instead of turning to leave as usual, Cao Weidong remained, watching Xu Jiu and awaiting his orders.

Meeting his gaze, Xu Jiu stood up since he showed no intention of leaving and slowly walked over, circling him once.

His eyes traced every inch of Cao Weidong’s upper body like fingertips.

Tch. Xu Jiu laughed. What are you sticking around for? Are you an M? Do you enjoy being hit by me?

With that, Xu Jiu settled into a corner among soft, fragrant women, tumbling into the arms of several beauties as he chuckled and inhaled their sweet scents.

He tilted his head back, his soft lips pressing against the cold, hard rim of the glass, allowing a sip of faintly red liquor to slip like silk into his mouth.

A drop of wine escaped the corner of Xu Jiu’s lips, tracing a straight trail down his chin. Immediately, several delicate hands adorned with flashy manicures wiped away the droplet, taking the chance to caress his face.

The booth erupted into raucous laughter, echoing Xu Jiu’s malice with synchronized, baseless insults, everyone laughing uncontrollably, their expressions twisted.

I heard you’ve got issues with Young Master Xu—

Before anyone could step forward to avenge Xu Jiu, the glass in his hand fell, shattering on the floor like a warning bell for a ceasefire.

Get lost.

It was unexpected.

Cao Weidong picked up his tray and turned to leave.

No one spat at him from behind, no one seized the moment to kick him, and no one chased after him to continue the humiliation.

Everything came to an abrupt halt with Xu Jiu’s Get lost.

Xu Jiu was unusually gentle today, unlike himself.

As Cao Weidong exited the booth and headed toward the kitchen, a girl suddenly bumped into him, throwing herself entirely against his body.

Cao Weidong had no excess flesh on him; the girl collided with him as if hitting a solid wall. He only stumbled back a step before steadying himself, but the girl bounced off and fell to the floor, dazed and slow to recover.

Sitting on the ground, she rubbed her reddened forehead and mumbled woozily, Could you give me a hand and help me up?

Cao Weidong secured his tray, expressionlessly stepped around her, and continued straight toward the kitchen.

Hey, handsome, you dropped something.

Cao Weidong halted, instinctively thinking the small, clandestine bottle in his pocket had fallen out.

The girl seized the opportunity to catch up, grabbing his hand and forcibly slipping a ring into it.

Cao Weidong looked down. It was the ring from Xu Jiu’s hand.

When Cao Weidong looked up, the girl before him had transformed into a blur of pink, frowning as she pointed at the ring and asked in astonishment:

Isn’t this my ring? Why is it with you?

Pan Yu strode forward with a hearty laugh, slinging an arm over Xu Jiu’s shoulder and giving him a firm pat. What else? He’s a thief.

Xu Jiu winced from the slap and pinched Pan Yu’s arm hard in retaliation.

Ouch! Pan Yu yelped, promptly withdrawing his hand.

Boss! Boss! There’s a thief here!

Pan Yu’s booming voice echoed through the space.

The noisy bar fell silent instantly, all eyes turning to where Pan Yu pointed. The crowd began surging uncontrollably toward the commotion, patrons near the DJ booth dispersing and flocking toward Cao Weidong.

Surrounded by the mob, Cao Weidong remained expressionless—neither angered by the false accusation nor showing the shame or defiance expected of a thief.

His gaze cut through the crowd and fixed on Xu Jiu, like water frozen solid, losing even its fundamental fluidity—utterly rigid, cold, and heavy.

You stole something.

Xu Jiu jabbed a finger toward Cao Weidong’s nose from a distance.

Cao Weidong stared back at him, and Xu Jiu held the stare. Their locked gazes intertwined like spiderwebs, sticky and unyielding.

Suddenly, Cao Weidong raised his hand and slid the ring onto the finger pointing at him.

The ring fit Xu Jiu’s finger perfectly, but his hand trembled, causing it to catch at the second knuckle and refusing to go further.

Xu Jiu’s mouth twitched impatiently as he snatched the ring off and hurled it like a stone at Cao Weidong’s face.

I said you’re a thief! Xu Jiu snapped.

Cao Weidong heard him but gave no reaction.

The next second, Pan Yu’s fist slammed into him.

Cao Weidong staggered back two steps, clutching his stomach, his spine hitting a load-bearing column as he hunched over with a ragged gasp.

Someone from below picked up the ring and helped Xu Jiu put it on.

I’ve had enough of you for a long time.

Pan Yu cracked his knuckles loudly, the sound popping menacingly as he flashed them before Cao Weidong.

Xu Jiu stepped aside, lit a cigarette, and watched coldly from the sidelines.

Someone rushed to light his smoke, another held an ashtray ready for the ash—even the bar’s lighting seemed to favor him.

Xu Jiu stood bathed in light like a deity, flanked by fervent devotees who followed his every move with mindless obedience.

Pan Yu, watch what you say, Xu Jiu reminded him with a cold expression.

Pan Yu scoffed. Yeah, yeah, I know.

Pan Yu summoned two burly lackeys to step forward while he retreated to Xu Jiu’s side, bumming a cigarette.

Don’t you have your own? Xu Jiu shot him a sidelong glance before shaking one out for him.

Pan Yu grinned. Yours are better.

Cao Weidong was held and beaten without resisting. Several times, bystanders tried to intervene, only to be shut down with He’s a thief!

He stole something—a 200,000-yuan ring, just like that.

Young Master Xu has a grudge against him. My buddy was about to beat him up earlier, but Young Master Xu called it off and let him go. And what does he do? Steals Young Master Xu’s ring instead. The audacity!

Not only did he steal, he also tortures animals. We’re just serving justice here.

Overhearing the chatter, Xu Jiu couldn’t help but lower his head with a derisive snort.

Then he inhaled smoke into his lungs and coughed twice.

Young Master Xu, some water. Someone promptly handed him a bottle, attending to Xu Jiu with obsequious care.

Cao Weidong was still being beaten, his face bruised and swollen, his clothes soaked through with what could have been wine or blood.

But what puzzled Xu Jiu was that Cao Weidong, who usually surrendered without resistance, was now desperately protecting his pocket.

There really seemed to be something precious in his pocket. At least, precious to Cao Weidong.

Xu Jiu flicked his cigarette ash and softly ordered, Get whatever’s in his pocket for me.

Despite the surrounding noise, Xu Jiu’s effortless command was immediately shouted across the room by his subordinates.

The fist hovering over Cao Weidong’s face froze like a toy with its batteries removed, completely obedient to Xu Jiu’s will.

This is the pleasure of being the villain—

Xu Jiu sighed deeply in his heart.

When the thugs moved to search Cao Weidong’s pocket, the previously motionless Cao Weidong suddenly came to life, tightly guarding his pocket with an unyielding grip that nobody could pry open.

With no other choice, two thugs pinned down Cao Weidong’s left and right arms respectively, allowing Xu Jiu to retrieve the item himself.

Xu Jiu crouched down, his fingers lightly brushing through Cao Weidong’s disheveled hair.

What’s so precious in there?

His fingers carried the stale smell of tobacco, which he deliberately smeared across Cao Weidong’s lips.

You need a haircut again.

With that, Xu Jiu’s hand reached into Cao Weidong’s pocket.

Cao Weidong offered no resistance, permitting Xu Jiu’s intrusion.

Xu Jiu’s fingers encountered a bottle inside the pocket—cold to the touch.

Cao Weidong looked up, suddenly locking eyes with Xu Jiu.

In that instant, Xu Jiu froze.

Xu Jiu felt fear.

Because in Cao Weidong’s face at that moment, he saw expectation radiating from those deep, dark pupils.

What was he expecting—?!

Forget it, forget it!

Before Xu Jiu could grasp the small bottle, the bar owner suddenly arrived with his men, pushing through the crowd to pull Xu Jiu back by the shoulder.

We checked the surveillance—nobody can prove how the ring went missing. We can’t confirm Cao Weidong stole it. Let’s drop this matter!

The owner used the surveillance footage to settle the dispute while bowing apologetically to Xu Jiu: Young Master Xu, my sincere apologies. This must be a misunderstanding. I’ll have him apologize to you, and your expenses tonight are on the house. How does that sound?

The crowd waited quietly for Xu Jiu’s verdict, not daring to decide for him.

Xu Jiu’s mind was in turmoil—Cao Weidong’s inexplicable gaze haunted him whether his eyes were open or closed, like countless cold surveillance cameras watching him.

It felt like standing beneath a web-covered tree where every leaf towering against the sky was an eye, gazing down at him from above.

Xu Jiu casually replied, Forget the apology.

The owner sighed in relief and quickly patted Cao Weidong to urge him.

I’m sorry.

Cao Weidong spoke naturally and calmly, without any trace of forced humiliation, as if he’d been waiting for Xu Jiu to provide this exact opportunity to step down. Xu Jiu could no longer find grounds to harass him further.

Xu Jiu clicked his tongue in frustration.

He removed the ring from his finger, tossed it in the air, and threw it at Cao Weidong’s back. Corpse!

Cao Weidong averted his gaze, ignoring Xu Jiu’s unreasonable behavior, and walked straight away.

Xu Jiu’s final view of Cao Weidong was cut off by the crowd swarming to snatch the discarded ring.

When Cao Weidong stumbled into the bar’s storage room, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed unconscious.

He woke up lying in a hospital ward.

Damp chilly air, the rotten smell of hydrogen peroxide, endless whiteness everywhere.

His phone rang. He answered.

Xiao Cao, I’m not renting out the apartment anymore. Come get your things tomorrow.

The moment that call ended, the cemetery administrator immediately called with aggressive threats: If you don’t pay soon, we’ll dig up your parents’ graves! Chasing you for a few thousand yuan – if you can’t afford it, don’t bother! Just bury them somewhere random!

Cao Weidong said: Okay.

He pulled out the IV needle from his hand, wearing only thin clothes, dragging his exhausted and battered body into the cold night.

On the early morning streets, his clothes were stained with blood and alcohol, filthy and damp. The icy wind made his hanging right arm tremble uncontrollably, as if countless needles were violently stabbing at his nerves.

He walked along the street until he couldn’t walk anymore.

He found a random corner and slumped against the wall, like someone whose spine had been removed – just an empty shell of a person, collapsing exhaustedly.

The aura of death around him grew heavier, his eyes unable to focus, staring blankly into the darkness.

Suddenly, he had no home to return to.

Just then, his phone rang.

Cao Weidong looked at the unfamiliar number but knew perfectly well it was Xu Jiu calling.

Holding his breath, he picked up and pressed it to his ear.

Do you hate me? Regret not strangling me that night?

Hearing his voice, Cao Weidong began breathing again.

Hehe. Xu Jiu chuckled before hanging up with a sharp click.

Cao Weidong let out a short laugh mirroring Xu Jiu’s, his eyelids heavy as they slowly drooped then clumsily lifted, gazing at the faint white light emerging on the horizon.

Leaning against the wall, he slowly stood up, pulling a glass bottle from his pocket with his left hand. His thumb rubbed against the bottle surface until rough fingerprints appeared, then he quickly wiped the marks away with his sleeve.