Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2335 - 2271: Don’t Talk About Death So Casually

Did he honestly believe that by refusing to stop, he could escape Chiang Xiao?

Gao Wei was already aware of Chiang Xiao’s terrifying velocity. Despite this, he pushed himself to the limit, convinced he was sprinting faster than he ever had during his drills at the Supervisor Guard Academy!

The agonizing cries of his followers echoed from behind.

Gao Wei’s heart hammered against his ribs, yet the sound of Chiang Xiao’s pursuit was nonexistent. As he whipped his head around, a fist was already hurtling toward his face.

His pupils contracted in shock. Relying on what he thought were peak reflexes, Gao Wei jerked his head aside to evade the strike.

However, a split second later, a second fist smashed violently into his nose.

Bang.

Chiang Xiao arched an eyebrow playfully. "Did you think I’d only punch once?"

The force of the blow sent Gao Wei reeling, his head snapping backward. Stars danced across his vision, leaving him momentarily dazed and disoriented.

It was only when he felt the warm sensation of liquid sliding down his nasal passage that he realized his nose was beginning to bleed.

Clutching his face, he tilted his head back and bellowed at her in a rage, "Are you insane? Chiang Xiao, how dare you hit me?"

"You’re Gao Wei, aren’t you?" Chiang Xiao asked, casually cracking her knuckles as she stared him down.

"You’ve got to be joking! Do you not recognize me? I am Gao Wei!" A flicker of hope remained in Gao Wei’s heart. Perhaps Chiang Xiao had simply mistaken him for someone else in her rush to save Kuang Yunxian?

Surely, if she knew his true identity, she wouldn’t have the audacity to strike him?

Suddenly, Chiang Xiao’s fist lunged toward his left eye.

"Good, then I’m hitting exactly who I meant to!"

A dull thud followed.

Gao Wei felt as though the world had gone dark in that eye.

Before he could even process the pain, another strike arrived with a bang, connecting squarely with his right eye.

With both eyes throbbing too painfully to open and blood pouring from his nose, Gao Wei’s panic and anger boiled over. He screamed, "Chiang Xiao, you crazy woman, are you looking for death?"

"You still have the nerve to shout? I’d suggest you stop mentioning death so casually, because if I lose my restraint, I might actually beat you to death!"

As she spoke, Chiang Xiao swung her arm upward, slamming it into his chin.

With a sickening crunch, Gao Wei’s mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.

Horrified and fuming, he struggled to blink through the pain. Managing to peer through a narrow slit, he saw Chiang Xiao closing in again and scrambled backward in a panic.

He was genuinely terrified now!

This woman, Chiang Xiao, was a complete lunatic!

Did his status mean absolutely nothing to her?

And how on earth could a young girl possess such overwhelming physical strength?

His eyes, nose, and mouth were all screaming in agony; the pain was so intense he could barely find his voice.

"Weren’t you the one constantly looking for me?"

He hadn't been looking for her at all!

Why would he ever want anything to do with her?

"I was informed that you visited my teahouse, smashed a significant amount of my porcelain, and drove away my patrons before they could pay for their premium tea orders. Therefore, I’ve calculated the damages from your tantrum to be fifty-eight thousand."

Naturally, the figure of fifty-eight thousand was a complete fabrication on her part.

In reality, the cost of the broken goods and the lost revenue amounted to perhaps two thousand yuan at most.

But Chiang Xiao was no fool; demanding a mere two thousand yuan would achieve nothing.

If he was going to pay, the amount needed to be enough to truly hurt Gao Wei.

That was the only way to settle the matter for good.

Upon hearing the amount, Gao Wei’s shock momentarily eclipsed his physical pain.

He blurted out, "That teahouse belongs to you?"

"It does. Now, is that lucky or unlucky for you?" Chiang Xiao replied with a chilling tone. "Fifty-eight thousand—when will you be paying? Let me warn you, for every hundred you're short, I’ll be knocking out one of your teeth!"