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Chapter 117: The Greatest Fool in China Ruins the Greatest Marriage in China!

This enchantress is really his young aunt?

Tang Zhong wanted desperately to imitate the Monkey King from Journey to the West—swing his staff down and shout, “Demon, reveal yourself at once!”

“She’s not a fraud,” Tang Zhong thought. If she were, how would she have Tang Xin’s number? How would she know of his existence? How could she know that Tang Xin’s phone was in his hand? “Though she does look like a deceitful woman.”

“Doesn’t it seem strange to you?” Jiang Keqing smiled gently, her demeanor dignified—completely different from before.

“Doesn’t talking like this tire you?” Tang Zhong asked.

“What?” Jiang Keqing’s lips parted slightly, the red gloss freshly applied gleaming wetly, as if kissed fiercely multiple times.

“I saw it all,” Tang Zhong said. “Maybe I left school a few minutes earlier than you thought.”

Jiang Keqing paused briefly, then chuckled softly.

“I just accidentally gave him a flirtatious glance, and he had the nerve to come over and try to touch my face—people really have no limits.”

“—” Tang Zhong thought, isn’t the one with no limits you? You’re so alluring and inexplicably toss flirtatious looks—any man, no matter how slow-witted, wouldn’t want to miss the chance to meet such a beauty.

“Alright, enough about him. Just thinking about his big gold tooth makes me sick. Tell me, what era is this where people still have gold teeth? If I weren’t so reluctant, I’d stuff a couple of gold bars in his mouth—I’d suffocate him myself.”

“—”

“And his gold tooth even has bits of food stuck to it—yellowish and glaring, the green bits even more so. Doesn’t he brush his teeth before going out to chase women?”

“—Maybe we shouldn’t mention him anymore?” This time, Tang Zhong felt disgusted too.

“Oh, right. I said I wouldn’t bring him up,” Jiang Keqing patted her head, laughing apologetically. “I’m just a little scatterbrained, but I’m not stupid.”

“—”

Tang Zhong wanted to turn and leave.

Was this woman playing with him? Was this his punishment for making Huang Wenya cry?

“You surely never expected to have such a young and beautiful aunt, did you? Honestly, I didn’t expect my nephew to be so uncultured—”

Seeing Tang Zhong’s face darken, she quickly reassured him, “No matter how uncultured, you’re still my nephew.”

“Besides, I know you shouldn’t look like this. Your disguise is quite effective.”

“It’s truly my honor,” Tang Zhong said wryly.

Jiang Keqing glanced around and said, “This isn’t the place to talk. Come, I’ll take you somewhere fun and delicious.”

“No, thank you,” Tang Zhong declined. He knew that wherever this woman wanted to take him was definitely somewhere unfamiliar. But he had to refuse her kindness—for now, he had to live on behalf of Tang Xin, and if the people in her circle saw them together, it would invite unwanted assumptions.

“I know what you’re worried about,” Jiang Keqing opened the car door and pushed Tang Zhong into the passenger seat. “People say you look a lot like Tang Xin, but even after so many years of looking at her face, I almost can’t recognize you. How could others recognize you? At worst, they might think you’re my new kept man.”

She climbed into the driver’s seat through the other door, smiling sweetly. “I just worry people will say my taste is getting worse.”

“—” Tang Zhong knew this woman had a case of “must insult others or die.”

He had always thought that hanging around the roughs in prison had turned him into a venomous snake with a sharp tongue. Now he realized there was actually a king cobra in the world.

“There’s a café at the intersection of Xuefu Road,” Tang Zhong said. “Let’s go there.”

Jiang Keqing glanced at Tang Zhong and sighed. “When I first saw you, I wondered if you were really my sister’s son. I thought my sister, who looks just as devastatingly beautiful as I do, could only have a son who was a prince or better—but how did you become such a mess? Now that I’ve met you, I’m sure you’re her son. You have her stubbornness. Once you decide on something, no one can change your mind.”

“Maybe I’m really not,” Tang Zhong smiled.

“Do you hate her?” Jiang Keqing started the car. The domineering Land Rover, equipped with a 5.0-liter V8 supercharged engine, roared to life, accelerating from zero to one hundred in just 6.2 seconds.

A delicate woman with big ambitions.

It’s said that the more delicate and adorable a woman is, the more she craves to conquer wild and powerful machines—what she doesn’t have, she yearns for deeply.

“I wouldn’t say hate,” Tang Zhong replied. “I just think what she did was inappropriate. How did you find out about me?”

“I’m your aunt—her sister. What could possibly be hidden from me?” Jiang Keqing said proudly. “Lately, I’ve been visiting her and noticed she’s always restless, as if something is weighing on her. She often drifts off mid-conversation, which never happened before. When I asked, she wouldn’t say. That made me even more curious. And when I investigate, well—tsk tsk—the Jade Maiden Peak murder case came up.”

Jiang Keqing glanced sideways at Tang Zhong, clicking her tongue in admiration. “For someone with such slender arms and legs, I never expected you to kill a top assassin—you really fooled my heart with your looks.”

“—” What a bizarre way to put it. Tang Zhong was truly worn down by this woman.

“The fact that you were attacked at Tianyi Temple made her furious. Not only did she send Wenjing to help you solve the problem, but she even personally called Guo Hailong. Then, a police chief came all the way to clean up your mess. Didn’t that make you feel powerful?”

“Though your actions were self-defense, you still killed someone. According to normal procedures, it would take at least three to five months of interrogation and investigation before you could be released—”

Tang Zhong sneered. “Are you trying to say the police are incompetent or make me grateful to her?”

Jiang Keqing looked at Tang Zhong in surprise. “How did you become such a monster? I really wanted to say the police are useless and your mother is awesome. Didn’t expect you to see right through it.”

“I just have seen too many lives to be sensitive to certain things,” Tang Zhong explained.

Jiang Keqing sighed softly. “Looks like I can’t treat you like a normal kid. But then again, how could the son of those two be ordinary? If he were, I’d suspect you were a counterfeit.”

Screech—

Jiang Keqing parked the Land Rover outside a small roadside restaurant on Xuefu Road. “No coffee. I want pig’s trotter rice.”

With that, she opened the door and got out without waiting for a reply.

Tang Zhong was speechless. This woman didn’t play by the rules and never changed her mind once made.

He followed her out, hearing Jiang Keqing call to the owner at the door, “Boss, two orders of pig’s trotter rice—one with more trotter and less rice, and the other with less trotter and more rice.”

“Miss, that’s hard to price,” the owner hesitated.

“Then just two normal orders,” Jiang Keqing quickly changed her mind.

“No problem. Please wait a moment,” the owner said, rushing to prepare their meals.

Soon, the pig’s trotter rice, pre-cooked, was served.

Jiang Keqing used her chopsticks to transfer the trotters from her bowl into Tang Zhong’s plate. “This boss isn’t very bright. Why not just put the trotters from one bowl into the other? Problem solved.”

She turned to Tang Zhong. “Eat. Pig’s trotter rice is delicious. When I was in school, I loved watching others eat it.”

“Then why don’t you eat?” Tang Zhong asked, puzzled. Weren’t you the one who insisted on coming here?

“I’m afraid of gaining weight,” Jiang Keqing said matter-of-factly. “I actually want to eat it too. But then I think, I worked so hard to become this beautiful, and if a bowl of pig’s trotter rice ruins my figure, that would be a tragic waste.”

She tapped the plate with her chopsticks. “There are many beauties in this world, but a beauty of my caliber is a rare treasure.”

Pfft—

Tang Zhong couldn’t help but spit out the mouthful of rice he had just taken.

Jiang Keqing was furious and tried to tap his head with her chopsticks, scolding, “Brat, don’t think just because you don’t call me aunt that I’m not your aunt. Believe me, I’ll knock some sense into you with these chopsticks! You can mock me all you want, but don’t spit food into my bowl!”

She pushed her plate toward Tang Zhong. “I don’t care. You better pick every grain you spat out and put it back in.”

“—”

Tang Zhong scraped the top layer of rice from her plate into his own bowl. Only then was Jiang Keqing satisfied. She scooped a small mouthful of rice and chewed, saying, “Originally, I wasn’t supposed to come see you. No one was allowed to visit you. She couldn’t hold back, and neither could I.”

“What exactly happened?” Tang Zhong put down his chopsticks, his voice low.

“Don’t ask. Even if I told you, it wouldn’t do you any good,” Jiang Keqing said. “You see me, you know you have such a beautiful aunt, and you’re still not satisfied? What else do you want?”

“Besides, I’m treating you to pig’s trotter rice,” she added.

“I only have one question,” Tang Zhong said. “What exactly did Big Beard do back then?”

“Big Beard?” Jiang Keqing was momentarily stunned, then relaxed. “Does he have a beard now? I’ve never seen him with one. But he was quite handsome without it.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Ah,” Jiang Keqing sighed. “The greatest fool in China ruined the greatest marriage in China. It’s a miracle he’s still alive.”

(PS: Thanks to brothers Chuang and Liaoyi for their generous rewards. I’m also delighted to see the return of brothers Junji Chu and Nanshan. I’ve been looking forward to your long comments and suggestions.)