Chapter 112: What a Pain in the Ass
"Yeah, Jing-jie, what a coincidence." Zhang Yang walked up with a bright smile and greeted Yang Jing.
Yang Fei, standing beside him, followed coldly, her face indifferent.
"You two…" Yang Jing looked at Zhang Yang, then at Yang Fei, a confused expression crossing her face. "Didn't it not work out between you two? Don't tell me…"
Her meaning was clear—didn't their blind date fail? Then why were they together again? And at a hotel, no less?
Hearing that, Zhang Yang knew trouble was coming. Sure enough, Yang Fei snapped coldly, glancing at Yang Jing and Xie Long. "Let me make it clear—I was dragged here to watch the show, unlike someone else who's clearly here to open a room." She glanced meaningfully at the hotel keycard and roses in Xie Long's hand and snorted lightly.
The moment Xie Long saw Yang Fei, his soul nearly left his body. Only after rubbing his head did he recall—this was Yang Jing's sister, the famous beauty Yang Fei. He'd fallen for her ever since accidentally seeing her photo. And now, seeing her in person—she was breathtaking. He'd been with many women, but not one came close to her level.
"Hi, you must be Jing's sister, Yang Fei, right? I remember you from when we were kids! I even added you on QQ!" Xie Long switched the roses to his other hand and extended his right hand to shake hers, completely ignoring the handsome guy beside her.
Yang Fei glanced at his hand but didn't move, only letting out a soft snort and turning her head away.
The air froze instantly. Xie Long stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to pull his hand back or keep it up. Even Yang Jing looked uncomfortable, about to speak when Zhang Yang stepped forward, all smiles, grabbed Xie Long's hand, shook it, then wrapped an arm around his shoulder and patted him warmly.
"Hello there, I'm Yang Jing-jie's younger brother!"
Then he leaned close and whispered in Xie Long's ear, "Mr. Benjamen, Miss Bessie asked me to say hi on her behalf…"
He could feel Xie Long's body stiffen instantly. The man forced a smile and said, "Sorry, I… I don't quite understand."
"Don't understand, huh? Haha!" Zhang Yang gave him another hard pat on the back. "Mr. Matthew also sends his regards!"
Cold sweat immediately broke out on Xie Long's forehead. How the hell did this guy know about all his secrets?
"Heh…" He glanced nervously at Yang Jing, laughed dryly, and whispered, "Sir, you said you're Jing's brother, right? Well, we should get to know each other better. Why don't we let the sisters catch up while we chat privately?"
"Sure thing!" Zhang Yang agreed instantly.
Their sudden move left Yang Jing baffled. Shouldn't she be the one catching up with Xie Long? And if not her, at least Yang Fei knew him—why was Zhang Yang chatting with him instead? Was her little brother that sociable?
"Huh? Ben, you know Zhang Yang? And who are Bessie and Matthew you two mentioned?"
"N-no one, nothing like that. I just… feel like I get along with your brother. You two sisters haven't seen each other for so long, go ahead and talk." Xie Long was falling apart inside. How the hell did someone find out all that private stuff? What the fuck!
He quickly set down his suitcase, shoved the roses into Yang Jing's arms, and pulled Zhang Yang toward a corner.
Once they were far enough from the sisters, he loosened his collar and tie, glaring hard at Zhang Yang. "Who the hell are you?"
Zhang Yang shrugged innocently. "Didn't Jing-jie already say? I'm her brother."
"Impossible!" Xie Long shook his head. "I grew up with her. She never mentioned having a brother."
"Bro, I'm a man like you. Don't tell me you don't know your asshole isn't just for taking a dump—it's for shoving sticks in too?" Zhang Yang grinned, pointing straight at Xie Long's rear.
Xie Long froze again, sweat pouring down his face. "H-how do you know that?"
"How do I know? There's no secret that stays buried forever. You did it—fine—but pretending to be some saint? Come on. Those selfies of yours… your D drive, E drive, F drive—you know what I mean. Anyway, I've already copied everything. Now it's up to you."
"Ah!" Xie Long was stunned. So his computer had been hacked. But how? He hadn't even noticed! Weren't those files encrypted? What the hell was going on?
With a thud, he dropped to his knees, tears almost welling up.
"Bro, please, I didn't know who I was dealing with! I'm begging you, just give me my stuff back! I'll give you whatever you want—money, anything! Fifty thousand? A hundred thousand?"
Zhang Yang shot him a look of disgust, sighed, and said coolly, "Quit acting like a bitch. You did it, own it. Weren't you bragging on the plane yesterday about sleeping with that Bessie chick? Didn't you buy her a crystal bracelet for 352 Canadian dollars?"
Xie Long went pale. Who was this guy, the CIA?
How could he know even that? Of course, he had no idea that Zhang Yang had also hacked his credit card records.
"Bro, whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Just please—don't tell anyone. Money, favors, anything—I'll do it!" He even reached to grab Zhang Yang's leg.
Zhang Yang sidestepped quickly, letting him miss. "Don't be pathetic. I'm not here to bargain. You're going to leave Yang Jing and get the hell out of Huaxia immediately. If you ever set foot here again, I'll make sure your photos and videos go global. And another thing—delete everything about her: QQ, messages, everything. I know every little thing about you, unless you plan to leave the planet."
"Leave Jing?" Xie Long froze. That was like ripping his heart out. He'd chased her for over a decade, barely held her hand a few times, and tonight he was finally planning to seal the deal. How could he let go now?
"What, is there a problem?"
"Can't we… talk about something else?" Xie Long swallowed hard. Seeing Yang Jing earlier, she looked more stunning than ever—her body, her skin, her face—she was the definition of perfection. He'd met countless women abroad, but none compared to her. Now that she was almost his, how could he give her up? Staring at Zhang Yang, a dark thought crept in—maybe he could just get rid of this meddling bastard.
Before he could act, Zhang Yang's expression turned cold. He reached out and grabbed Xie Long by the neck, slamming his head against the wall. The pressure was so strong Xie Long couldn't even struggle—he was pinned like a dead dog.
"I know exactly what you're thinking. But you'd better be smart. I'm being nice right now, but if you try to bargain with me, we'll see if you've got what it takes." Zhang Yang's patience was wearing thin. He tightened his grip slightly—Xie Long actually pissed himself. Zhang Yang let go, sighed, and said, "You've got one minute to decide. Walk away with some dignity, or I'll send you back to Maple Leaf Kingdom with my fists."
With that, he turned and strolled back toward Yang Jing and Yang Fei.
The two beauties saw him return alone, and Yang Jing couldn't help asking, "Little brother, where's Xie Long?"
"Him?" Zhang Yang glanced back and rubbed his nose. "Said he had to pee after the flight."
"Oh!" Yang Jing nodded.
Zhang Yang looked at the roses in her arms, reached out, and said, "Jing-jie, let me hold that for you."
Yang Jing hesitated for a moment, then handed the bouquet to him. "Alright then! You can even give it to Feifei if you want, I don't mind, hehe."
Yang Fei clicked her tongue, rolled her eyes at Yang Jing, and said coldly, "Still laughing? Let's see if you can still laugh later."
Just then, from the corner, Xie Long reappeared. Yang Jing froze instantly. Moments ago, he'd been smiling and full of confidence, but now he looked like a clown who'd been violated by fifty men—slumped shoulders, piss-stained pants, shuffling slowly toward them.
What the hell happened? Did he get assaulted in the bathroom?