Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2: Did You Say Thank You?

Chapter 2: Did You Say Thank You?

The green-haired guy was so startled he accidentally put the lit end of the cigarette in his mouth. The moment it touched his tongue, it scalded him, raising a huge blister. He covered his mouth, howling in pain.

Are you gay?!

Without another word, Xu Jiu elbowed him in the ribs.

Toy with, understand? Toy with! How could I be gay?

Xu Jiu mentally reviewed his career spanning the last three to five years—he had been a legitimate antagonist in male-oriented fiction, with no prior history of getting involved in ambiguous relationships with the protagonist.

Forget the protagonist—he hadn’t even messed with the protagonist’s official love interest.

So how could he be gay?

Absolutely impossible.

Xu Jiu thought about who this noisy green-haired guy was and quickly found the answer.

This green-haired guy was his good buddy in this world, named Pan Yu.

Both young masters had gotten into H Province’s top university by throwing money at it. They often caused trouble at school, never actually studying but never missing a day to stir up chaos.

Hahaha, just kidding. Pan Yu casually tossed the cigarette away, slung an arm around Xu Jiu, and led him outside, patting his chest as he said, Let’s go, I’ll treat you to drinks tonight. I’m off to pick up my girlfriend.

I’m going home to change clothes.

Alright.

The two parted ways at the school gate, and Xu Jiu drove home.

Xu Jiu owned a standalone villa with a yard in the city center, but aside from him, the spacious house was completely empty.

Xu Jiu took a bath, threw his dirty clothes directly into the trash, and changed into a brand-new outfit.

Noticing that the roots of his blond hair had completely grown out black, he headed straight to a salon and dyed his hair pink. By the time he finished his hairstyle and stepped out, it was already 8 p.m.

Pan Yu’s urgent phone calls came in a relentless barrage, as if he wanted to wear out Xu Jiu’s phone.

Xu Jiu floored the accelerator to the location Pan Yu had sent. Getting out of the car, he eyed the bar that looked utterly unremarkable on the outside and even shabbier and cheaper inside. With a sour expression, he walked to table three.

Wow, pink is so delicate.

Pan Yu stood up, grinning as he reached out to greet Xu Jiu: You know how it is—I’m fighting with my dad because I don’t want to study abroad, so he froze my cards.

Oh.

Xu Jiu shot him a glare, picked up the bill lying on the table, and said, I’ll cover this table’s tab. You all have fun, I’m heading out.

Besides Pan Yu, three girls dressed in revealing clothes were seated at table three. They sized up Xu Jiu, frequently casting glances his way.

You’re really handsome, Xu Shao. Thinking of going somewhere else? Mind giving us a ride?

Xu Jiu glanced at them, twirled his car keys, and said, Sit tight, I’ll go settle the bill.

Xu Jiu followed the waiter to the front desk. As he leaned against the counter waiting to swipe his card, a figure brushed past him—the sensation was exactly the same as when they had crossed paths during the day.

But the bar lighting was too dim for him to be sure. His gaze followed the person as they walked into the back kitchen.

Peering through the gaps in the bar counter into the kitchen behind, Cao Weidong’s figure stood out distinctly under the light, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of muscular forearm.

Cao Weidong was already pale-skinned, and under the bleak white light of the back kitchen, he looked no different from a corpse in a morgue.

Is he a bartender? Xu Jiu’s hand, holding the bank card, hovered mid-air before withdrawing.

The front desk staff followed Xu Jiu’s gaze and said, No, he’s not. He’s just helping out part-time.

Xu Jiu slapped the cold bank card onto the front desk, his fingers tapping sharply against the plastic. Bring out ten bottles of your most expensive liquor. Is that enough to make him come out for a round?

Of course.

Pan Yu and his group waited by the entrance. Xu Jiu shot Pan Yu a look, signaling him to return to his seat.

While settling the bill, the third table was cleared by the cleaning staff, and several unfamiliar young people had already taken the seats.

It was peak drinking hours, and the bar had no vacant spots left.

Xu Jiu pointed at the heads at table three, counting aloud: One, two, three…

What are you trying to do? the young men asked nervously, thinking he was counting heads for a fight.

Six people. Ten thousand each. I’ll transfer the money—give me the table.

The young men took the cash and scurried off cheerfully. Xu Jiu sat down directly and started eating the freshly served fruit platter.

Why’d you come back? Pan Yu asked.

Xu Jiu didn’t answer.

Though puzzled, Pan Yu didn’t press further and simply joined in the free food and drinks.

Girls scrambled to sit beside Xu Jiu, showering him with praise: Young Master Xu is so generous—handsome and lavish. No wonder you’re rich.

Xu Jiu didn’t mind pretty girls throwing themselves at him and relaxed, enjoying their sweet, flattering voices.

Cao Weidong approached with a bottle of liquor.

At that moment, Xu Jiu’s portrait and name flashed across the bar’s screen, and the DJ cheered wildly for him from the dance floor.

All eyes turned toward Xu Jiu, and some couldn’t resist coming forward with glasses to toast him.

One bottle… two bottles… all ten. The DJ shouted Xu Jiu’s name ten times in a row, his voice growing hoarse. The crowd, swept up in the excitement, raised their arms and cheered along.

Cao Weidong set down the last bottle and said, That’s all.

So you’re not mute after all.

Xu Jiu crossed his legs, leaning back arrogantly with a girl on his left and another on his right. Countless hands reached from behind, eager to clink glasses with him.

But Xu Jiu’s attention was fixed solely on Cao Weidong standing before him, the malice on his face as evident as the liquor overflowing from his glass.

Under the flickering neon lights, Cao Weidong’s expression grew even more obscure. The colorful beams washed over him but failed to tint his demeanor or reveal any trace of emotion.

He stood there, hands behind his back, face impassive.

After completing his task, Cao Weidong turned to leave.

Did I say you could go? Xu Jiu uncrossed his legs and strode toward Cao Weidong, snatching an unopened bottle from a table along the way.

Cao Weidong halted and turned to face him.

Open it.

Xu Jiu thrust the bottle toward Cao Weidong.

Cao Weidong complied.

The next second, the bottle’s icy, cloying contents came crashing down from above, drenching Cao Weidong’s hair. Deep red liquid streamed over his face and neck, staining his entire body.

The thick, sticky liquor clung like congealed blood sliced by a blade and dripping from skin.

Xu Jiu stood tall and radiant, facing Cao Weidong directly—a stark contrast to the latter’s cheap, disheveled appearance.

Xu Jiu waved the empty bottle in front of Cao Weidong’s eyes, grinning maliciously. I spent good money on all that liquor you served me. Aren’t you going to say thank you?

Sodden hair clung damply to Cao Weidong’s face, making the eyes hidden beneath even harder to discern.

Even Cao Weidong’s body stood ramrod straight, not trembling in the slightest, his hanging hands naturally relaxed, his breathing as steady as ever.

Xu Jiu still couldn’t quite discern whether Cao Weidong harbored hatred toward him.

But he felt that every one of his actions, his words, the stares of others, and the flowing liquid—which wasn’t a sharp slap to Cao Weidong’s face?

He should hate him.

Yet Cao Weidong showed no reaction. Even as the liquor seeped into his eyes, he remained unmoved, simply staring at Xu Jiu.

The cyan light swept across Cao Weidong’s face, and Xu Jiu’s gaze happened to catch Cao Weidong’s eyes.

Those eyes were so dark they didn’t let through the slightest hint of light, making Xu Jiu the only color reflected in them.

Xu Jiu was dressed in orange, so the light in Cao Weidong’s eyes was orange.

Like the dangerous warning color on a surveillance camera.

Xu Jiu’s eyes made no attempt to conceal his lofty disgust toward Cao Weidong.

Say thank you.