The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

’She’s a lunatic. Gu Jiaojiao is an absolute lunatic.’

Mrs. Sun was so scared she thought her heart would stop.

She ran into the house and bolted the door, but she could still hear Gu Jiaojiao outside, talking about chopping off her arm.

For a moment, Mrs. Sun could almost feel the cleaver hacking away at her arm. In her mind’s eye, Gu Jiaojiao didn’t have the strength for a clean cut, so she was just chopping again and again.

The image made Mrs. Sun break out in a cold sweat, scaring her half to death.

’Why in the world did I have to provoke a menace like Gu Jiaojiao? This is terrifying.’

Gu Jiaojiao, however, didn’t seem to think so. She glanced at Sun Yeshu on the ground and began to negotiate.

"Look, your mother went inside. They say the child must pay for the parent’s debts, so why don’t you take her place?"

"One arm is two hundred yuan. If there’s another part you want to offer up, say, a leg or an ear, I can quote you a price for those too. What do you think..."

Sun Yeshu scrambled up from the ground with a WHOOSH. Copying her mother, she darted across the courtyard, ran into her room, and slammed the door with a BANG.

Gu Jiaojiao shifted her gaze to the window. An instant later, it was slammed shut too.

Gu Jiaojiao followed them into the courtyard. "Don’t be in such a rush! I’m a very reasonable person, you can relax."

"Besides, this whole business with your Sun family splitting up... it was all because of me, and we haven’t settled that score yet!"

From inside the room, Sun Yeshu’s trembling voice could be heard. "No, it’s not your fault! I was just spouting nonsense! It was all my fault, just please go away!"

But leaving was impossible.

Gu Jiaojiao walked forward and hacked at Sun Yeshu’s window.

The windows back then were made of wood. With a single swing of her cleaver, Gu Jiaojiao smashed a hole in it.

Sun Yeshu was scared to death. Peeking through the hole in the window was Gu Jiaojiao’s delicate, pretty face, which at that moment looked more terrifying than a demon from hell.

It was rare for someone to be this terrified in broad daylight.

In the end, Gu Jiaojiao went ahead and hacked up every window in the Sun family’s courtyard before finally tossing the cleaver aside.

"It’s getting late, time to cook. In a couple of days, I’ll come back to reason with you. This matter of you ruining my reputation... we’re not finished."

Mrs. Sun had thought this meant Gu Jiaojiao was letting them off the hook, but she never expected her to say it wasn’t over.

For a moment, Mrs. Sun wished she could just faint. She was filled with regret. ’Why, oh why, did I have to provoke Gu Jiaojiao?’

The two sons from the Sun family’s second branch were still lying motionless on the ground by the gate. They were clearly able to get up but didn’t dare to move.

Gu Jiaojiao didn’t spare them a single glance. Instead, her eyes lit up as she looked at the two chickens in Leng Yuan’s hands.

"Brother Yuan, these chickens are great! Look how fat they are. I’ll make you chicken soup when we get home."

Leng Yuan nodded. He remained a man of few words, but the way he looked at Gu Jiaojiao was incredibly gentle.

The onlookers finally understood the saying "birds of a feather flock together." As for the couple’s way of doing things, you couldn’t say they were just similar—they were identical.

Gu Jiaojiao hadn’t forgotten to maintain her "good" public relations. As she left, she waved at the crowd.

"You should all head home! I’ll be sure to let you know next time I come over, so you can all watch the show."

The crowd shuddered. They studied Gu Jiaojiao for a moment and, seeing that she wasn’t actually angry, cautiously spoke up.

"Whenever you call us, Gu Zhiqing, we’ll be here."

Gu Jiaojiao was satisfied.

She was pulling her man away when she suddenly remembered she’d forgotten all about Fang Ziyin. She turned back and saw Fang Ziyin walking behind them.

Gu Jiaojiao gave a slightly sheepish smile.

Fang Ziyin: ...

’If I hadn’t just seen you hacking away with a cleaver, I’d actually believe you were embarrassed.’