Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 112 Heartbreak

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t stand on ceremony as she handed the two big bags she was carrying directly to Wan Chu’er, then poked at the green and red area around her eyes, laughing, "It looks good."

Wan Chu’er: "..."

Studying art, aesthetics indeed differed from ordinary people.

Jiang Xiaoxiao said, "My brother just called me and mentioned that you got into a fight with some thugs last night, and your injury was not minor. He guessed you wouldn’t be able to go out today, so he asked me to buy you some food."

Jiang Kechu, always a good guy, cold on the outside, warm on the inside, Wan Chu’er sighed in her heart.

She cheered up and smiled, "Thank you, I’m actually feeling much better now."

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the bruises on her face, clucking her tongue twice, "It doesn’t look too good to me, no wonder my brother is worried about you." Then her tone changed, and she asked with a grin, "Come on, tell me how you ended up fighting with those thugs, my brother didn’t tell me."

Wan Chu’er forced a smile, and said in a casual tone:

"On my way home last night, I ran into three punks who wanted to mess with me, so I had no choice but to play along with them. They had the numbers, and then I ended up like this, but they didn’t gain much from it either."

"Three thugs!" Jiang Xiaoxiao exclaimed, "You managed to fight one against three! You’re so awesome."

Wan Chu’er blinked, thinking to herself how Jiang Xiaoxiao, this former sister-in-law, was as naive and cheerful as ever, untouched by worldly matters.

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Jiang Xiaoxiao took her seriously, chuckling, "With my brother around, you definitely won’t be at a disadvantage. Beijing is so big, yet you and my brother both happened to be there, it’s really fateful."

This girl, why did her words sound a bit off? She didn’t want to be fated with Jiang Kechu.

Jiang Xiaoxiao continued to pester Wan Chu’er for the details of the fight last night. Wan Chu’er got so dizzy from her persistence she could only reveal a little bit, after all, fighting wasn’t something to be proud of.

In the end, the girl came out with a shocker: "Chu’er, if there’s another chance, you must take me with you, I want to fight thugs too."

Wan Chu’er staggered, thinking if she really took her to a fight, her brother would flay her alive.

She quickly changed the subject, "What kind of food did you bring? I’m actually quite hungry."

"Oh, sorry about that, I completely forgot about it," Jiang Xiaoxiao said a bit embarrassedly. She was supposed to bring food to the injured, yet she had been dragging Wan Chu’er into all sorts of conversations.

"There’s instant noodles, bread, biscuits, preserved fruit peel, apples, grapes... I’ve already eaten, you just eat yours, don’t worry about me."

Heh, well equipped indeed, she even brought preserved fruit peel, that must have been for herself.

Wan Chu’er thanked her and, without being pretentious, took out a pack of instant noodles and went into the kitchen, added an egg and two greens, and cooked a bowl. She really was hungry after not eating all day.

Her cooking skills were mediocre, not having learned even a tenth of Bai Zhixi’s.

Sure enough, as Wan Chu’er ate her noodles, Jiang Xiaoxiao sat there munching on the preserved fruit peel while inspecting Wan Chu’er’s room more closely than she had last time.

Pointing at the line of words Wan Chu’er had written on the wall: "The rigid are easily broken; the gentle remain undefeated," she said, "Did you write this? I don’t think it looks very good on the wall. I’m pretty good at painting, how about I paint a picture for you to hang up?"

Wan Chu’er, while eating her noodles, replied casually, "Sure." Her handwriting really wasn’t anything special.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s painting skills were indeed not bad, in her last life when she left, Jiang Xiaoxiao’s paintings would often be taken out for exhibitions.

Wan Chu’er initially wanted to tell Jiang Xiaoxiao about Jiang Kechu being dumped by his girlfriend, and then take the opportunity to match Mai Qiqi with Jiang Kechu.

But after thinking about it, she shut her mouth tightly.

Better to stay out of Jiang Kechu’s affairs in the future.

If Mai Qiqi and Jiang Kechu are truly fated to be together, they would get together without her meddling; if they’re not, then she would just be causing unnecessary trouble. Why bother?

Jiang Xiaoxiao stayed for a while longer, but it was getting quite late, so she bid her farewell and left. Wan Chu’er walked her to the entrance of the residential complex and watched her get into a taxi before returning home.

The next day, as Wan Chu’er was reading at home, Ge Erdan came running in, anxious.

"Sister Chu’er, I heard you were injured and I was worried about you. Please don’t send me away, okay?"

Looking at this pitiful little radish-head, Wan Chu’er’s heart softened. She tilted her head to one side, "Come in."

Ge Erdan’s eyes immediately lit up. After he entered the room, he obediently sat on the sofa and looked at Wan Chu’er’s face.

"Sister Chu’er, does it hurt? Aren’t you skilled in martial arts? How did you get hit?"

Wan Chu’er couldn’t possibly tell him the truth, so she simply said: "There’s always someone better out there, and some minor injuries from sparring are inevitable. I’ll be fine in a couple of days."

Ge Erdan nodded, seemingly understanding.

Ever since the incident with Aunt Ge, Wan Chu’er hadn’t seen Ge Erdan. Now that the kid had heard she was injured, he had come running straight over.

"How did you know I was injured?"

Ge Erdan replied obediently, "My dad saw you in the residential complex last night. I wanted to come last night, but they wouldn’t let me."

Wan Chu’er sighed and quickly asked, "Does your family know you came here now?"

Ge Erdan said, "I told my dad."

"Oh."

Wan Chu’er really didn’t know how to converse with a child, and Ge Erdan was shy, so they just stared at each other until Wan Chu’er was running out of patience. But she couldn’t just send Ge Erdan away when he had come to visit her out of concern.

Wan Chu’er changed the subject and asked, "Have you been practicing the martial arts I taught you?"

"I have."

"Oh, then go and play with my punching bag. Practice your punches well, and if anyone bullies you again, just punch them back hard."

"Okay," Ge Erdan happily agreed, relieved that Sister Chu’er didn’t send him away.

So, for the next while, Wan Chu’er read her book, and Ge Erdan practiced with the punching bag, either kicking or punching.

After more than an hour had passed, Wan Chu’er, worried that the Ge family would come looking for him, sent Ge Erdan home.

After spending another day at home, Wan Chu’er did not arrive at school until Monday morning before class, donning a cap which slightly concealed her eyes.

When Mai Qiqi saw Wan Chu’er, she pointed at her eyes in surprise and asked, "What happened? How did it get like this over the weekend?"

Wan Chu’er glanced at her and said nonchalantly, "I accidentally fell."

Mai Qiqi clearly didn’t believe her, but no matter how much she pestered her, Wan Chu’er kept insisting it was just a fall, and nothing more could be extracted from her.

After class, Mai Qiqi sat at her desk and didn’t leave. Wan Chu’er packed up her books and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I got dumped."

Wan Chu’er: "..."

Mai Qiqi, without waiting for Wan Chu’er’s response, said leisurely, "Alas, it’s just unlucky that you were born before me and look down upon me for being too young."

Wan Chu’er glanced at her clearly ample bosom and calmly said, "They’re not small at all."