Chapter Forty-Seven
After Zhou Yu finished showing off with what he thought was an impressive display of knife skills, he planted the knife’s tip on the ground, rested his hand on the hilt, and with his other hand fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He bit one out, tucked the pack away, and when his hand reemerged, it held a kerosene lighter. With a crisp snap, he lit the cigarette.
He turned to the others in the room and said, “Pretty cool, right?”
Before anyone else could reply, Nian Yu shot back, “Cool, my ass. There’s nothing cool about you. At best, you’re just trying too hard.”
It was true—Zhou Yu wasn’t the kind of man people these days would call handsome, not a puppyish pretty boy or a brooding wolf. But he wasn’t ugly either.
Though he’d neglected exercise in recent years and his muscles had gradually turned to fat, his chiseled face, adorned with a gentlemanly pair of glasses, gave him the air of an English gentleman from the 1970s.
Hearing Nian Yu’s words, Zhou Yu flicked his cigarette to the floor, stamped it out, and retorted, “Look at yourself, you’re built like a pig, and you’re calling me names! And if I’m not handsome, what made you fall for me in the first place?”
In truth, Nian Yu wasn’t fat. She simply wasn’t the skinny, angular beauty some adored—she was more full-figured, with a bit of baby fat softening her oval face. At 165 centimeters, she wasn’t tall but not short either, giving off the vibe of the girl next door.
As soon as Zhou Yu started arguing back, Nian Yu immediately countered, “Zhou Yu, there you go again, calling me a pig. Are you itching for trouble? Want a beating?”
Without waiting for a response, she went on, “And another thing—back then you had a six-pack, now you’re just a lump of fat. You used to have two firm pecs, now you’ve got a pair of A+ boobs. You used to have that roguish grin, now you just look sleazy. And let’s not forget, what I liked most back then was your neck. Do you even have a neck anymore?”
Zhou Yu was fuming.
He shot back, “You wretched woman, who are you calling sleazy? Are you begging for me to set you straight?”
Before Nian Yu could fire another shot, Xiao Jie quickly tugged her back, saying, “Alright, Nian Yu, that’s enough. If you two keep going, you’ll just end up bickering again. Besides, Zhou Yu did look pretty cool just now.”
Hearing Xiao Jie’s words, Zhou Yu grinned and said, “See, Xiao Jie knows what’s up. Not only is she beautiful and well-built, but she’s got great taste too.”
Truth be told, Xiao Jie’s curvy figure, delicate features on a petite oval face, and her height of 170 centimeters, paired with her gentle, considerate nature, gave her all the grace of a young lady from a noble family.
Xiao Jie blushed bright red at Zhou Yu’s words, but Nian Yu was having none of it. She stormed over, fuming.
Just great, she thought. You two just started dating, and you’re already acting fickle? And here I am, the main girlfriend, yet you dare insult my looks right to my face.
She marched up to Zhou Yu, grabbed him by the ear, and snapped, “So, I’m still here, and you dare call someone else pretty? Aren’t you bold!”
Pinned by Nian Yu’s grip, Zhou Yu could only beg for mercy, “Honey, honey, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, let go—have some mercy, it hurts!”
Seeing his pained expression, Xiao Jie quickly hurried over and tried to soothe Nian Yu. “Alright, Nian Yu, Zhou Yu was just teasing you. Let him off—there are so many people watching. At least spare him a little dignity.”
Realizing they were in public, Nian Yu finally let go and huffed, “Fine, just because Xiao Jie asked for you, I’ll let it slide this time. But if it happens again, just you wait!”