"Something's wrong here! If you don't believe me, look!"
Wearing sunglasses, Xing pushed Cocolia's neck down, quietly opening a crack in the hospital room door, and four eyes peered inside to take a peek.
Inside the room, Fu Zhu and the two girls stared with dark lines on their faces at the crack in the door that had been pushed open. Realizing they had been discovered, Xing closed the door with lightning speed, and then looked at Cocolia with a righteous and solemn expression.
"Look, originally the conflict between the three of them was focused on each other, but now we've successfully shifted the conflict onto you. We succeeded!"
Cocolia's eyes went wide with shock. This is called success?!
She shouldn't have trusted this girl just because she looked so confident earlier!
Fu Zhu opened the hospital room door with a dark expression. He looked at the two huddled together outside, then glanced at Bailu, who was standing against the wall eating tanghulu, and couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh.
"Speak. Whose idea was this?"
Xing decisively pushed Cocolia forward, took off her sunglasses, and looked at Fu Zhu with a pained, heartbreaking expression as she explained.
"Old Bro, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop Cocolia! Her plan was just too dirty! I hope it didn't affect you guys!"
Cocolia stared at Xing, dumbfounded. She sold me out just like that?
Fu Zhu quietly watched Xing's performance, then let out a dry, humorless laugh.
He didn't believe for a second that Cocolia could come up with such heaven-defying lines. If it was just Cocolia standing at the door alone, he might have believed it a little, but seeing Xing there as well, he would choose to suspect Xing without hesitation.
Having been together for so long, how could he not know Xing's style of doing things!
Fu Zhu looked left and right down the hallway to confirm there were no other outsiders, then reached out and dragged both Cocolia and Xing into the hospital room, closing the door. A moment later, he opened the door again, poked his head out, and gave an instruction to Bailu outside.
"Bailu, don't let anyone else come into this ward. Give us some private space to talk."
Bailu licked her tanghulu, nodded, and turned to leave.
After instructing Bailu, Fu Zhu turned around to find that Xing was already sitting on the hospital bed, her hands resting on her thighs with a well-behaved look on her face, while March 7th stood before her with a cold face, hands on her hips.
On the other side, Cocolia sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, while Bronya stood before her, looking equally indifferent.
"It was your stupid idea, wasn't it!"
March 7th poked Xing's forehead forcefully with her finger, a look of hatred for iron not becoming steel on her face.
Xing raised both hands with an aggrieved expression: "Report, March! We just wanted to open a window!"
"What 'open a window'? That's baffling! If Fu Zhu hadn't said you were outside too, we would have been scared to death by what Cocolia said!"
Bronya nodded in agreement from the side, staring at Cocolia with a resentful gaze.
Cocolia gave two awkward dry coughs, turned her head away to look at March 7th, and changed the subject.
"So... Miss March, what is your choice?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's line of sight focused on March 7th. March 7th took a deep breath, turned around, and glared resentfully at Fu Zhu.
"You have to promise me, you must keep a bowl of water level! Whether it's me or Bronya, you can't let anyone down..."
Suddenly, March 7th's eyes narrowed slightly. She raised her hand, and in an instant, condensed six phases of ice.
"Or I'll freeze your little brother!"
Fu Zhu froze for a moment, but quickly reacted to March 7th's meaning. Delighted, he stepped forward, pulling both March 7th and Bronya into his embrace, and solemnly responded against their ears.
"I promise."
Bronya, held in Fu Zhu's arms, looked somewhat moved. She turned her head to look at March 7th, only to find the other girl looking back at her.
"March, you..."
March 7th turned her head away, burying her face in Fu Zhu's embrace, her voice muffled.
"I didn't want to miss out, and you thought the same way, right... Besides, this isn't your fault. If we have to blame someone, blame this hateful guy, Fu Zhu!"
Saying this, March 7th viciously bit down directly on Fu Zhu's shoulder. Fu Zhu chuckled, enduring the pain stiffly.
"Thank you, March..."
Bronya whispered softly, leaning peacefully into Fu Zhu's embrace.
Seeing this situation, Xing, who was kneeling on the bed, pulled out a [Party Popper] from who knows where. With a loud pop, colorful paper scraps instantly drifted all over the room.
"Perfect Ending! Congratulations!"
Before Xing could finish shouting, March 7th, who had her face buried in Fu Zhu's arms, suddenly whipped her head around, raised her hand, and knocked Xing on the head.
"You're not allowed to play with those things in a hospital room!"
Xing instantly covered her head aggrievedly, staring resentfully at March 7th.
You're the Head Wife, what you say goes.
March 7th gave a soft hum, then linked her arm through Fu Zhu's, speaking to him and Bronya.
"Let's go, we're going shopping. You guys have to compensate me!"
Saying this, she also viciously poked Fu Zhu's chest with her finger.
Fu Zhu just smiled and nodded at this.
"Whatever you say."
The three of them walked out together. Hearing about shopping, Xing excitedly jumped off the hospital bed.
"Wait for me!"
March 7th said to her without looking back:
"There's no place for you in this family anymore!"
Xing instantly petrified, standing stiffly on the spot.
Cocolia walked over with a twitching smile and patted her shoulder.
"Thank you, Xing."
Xing grimaced, looking at the backs of the three departing people, and muttered:
"Why do I feel like I lost out?"
---o---
The three of them said they were going shopping, but after strolling for a while, Bronya had no choice but to separate from the other two.
Her main purpose for coming to the Xianzhou this time was not to solve her relationship problems, but to discuss cooperation matters with the Luofu. She had to part ways with them.
After Bronya left, Fu Zhu turned his head to look at March 7th beside him.
"So, shall we continue shopping?"
March 7th shook her head with a lack of interest: "Forget it... I should go practice martial arts. We still have to participate in the Wardance Ceremony! You can't run away! You must watch from the side!"
"Alright."
The two turned around to head towards the Wardance arena, but just as they turned a corner, they discovered Yanqing and Yunli arguing with a group of IPC employees in front of a teahouse.
March 7th noticed the situation over there and immediately pulled Fu Zhu towards it.
"Teacher Yanqing and Teacher Yunli seem to be arguing with someone. Let's go take a look!"
When the two got closer, they realized the person arguing with Yunli and Yanqing was an old acquaintance—Scott, who had stumbled into Fu Zhu's hands several times before.
Fu Zhu saw it was him and couldn't help but reveal a smile.
"Yo, isn't this Commissioner Scott? I haven't seen you for a few days, causing trouble again?"
Scott, who had been arguing arrogantly with head held high, cursing loudly at Yanqing and Yunli, suddenly shivered when he heard the voice coming from behind him. His neck turned stiffly. When he saw it was Fu Zhu, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed directly onto the ground.
The IPC employees surrounding him were instantly flustered, hurriedly bending down to help him up.
"Commissioner Scott! What's wrong?!"
Scott rolled his eyes back and whispered urgently: "Brothers, retreat quickly..."
The employees didn't understand and scratched their heads, asking back:
"Commissioner Scott, why do we need to retreat?"
Scott's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, stared viciously at the employee who asked that question. Although his heart was burning with anxiety, he still forced himself to suppress his voice.
"Don't you see who's here! It's that devil Fu Zhu! If we don't leave, I'm going to be skinned again! The debt from last time still hasn't been cleared yet!"
"But Commissioner... we didn't cause any trouble today. Didn't we just come out to drink tea?"
Scott was stunned for a moment.
Right! The previous times I was taught a lesson by Fu Zhu was because I was causing trouble. Today is different. I just came out to drink a cup of tea and complained that the tea wasn't good, that's all!
Thinking of this, Scott instantly revived with full health. He immediately stood up, straightened his somewhat messy clothes, raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Fu Zhu.
"Devil! Today I am a consumer! Does a consumer not have rights?!"
Fu Zhu raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Yunli and Yanqing, who had just been arguing with Scott.
Seeing Fu Zhu look over, Yanqing immediately explained what had just happened.
"Yunli and I were discussing how to arrange sword training for Miss March. As we passed by here, we heard this IPC Commissioner ceaselessly complaining that the Sleepless Earl's tea was terrible. His language was extremely unpleasant to hear. I couldn't hold back for a moment, so I went up to debate with him."
Fu Zhu nodded in understanding, then turned his head to look at Scott.
Seeing Fu Zhu look over, Scott's body subconsciously trembled, but he still summoned his courage to hold his head high.
"You heard it too, right? Today I am a consumer! You can't control me!"
March 7th, feeling somewhat indignant, pulled out her sword.
"No matter what, if you want to bully the Boss Lady right in front of my face, you'd better ask if the sword in my hand agrees!"
Scott glanced at the treasured sword gripped in March 7th's hand and instantly couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hah? Oh, you really scared me to death. Heroine, you don't mean to use that piece of scrap metal to take my life, do you? You'd be better off buying a mech from me; that thing can actually kill people."
Scott had a look of arrogance on his face, his tone full of disdain for Xianzhou sword arts.
These words instantly made the present March 7th, Yanqing, and Yunli narrow their eyes in displeasure.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who cares about your company's mechs!" March 7th looked at Scott with disdain, then pulled Fu Zhu to her side. "Fu Zhu's [Iron Golem] is much more powerful than your mechs!"
"Is that so?"
Scott glanced cautiously at Fu Zhu. Seeing that Fu Zhu didn't react, he finally summoned his courage and waved his hand downwards.
"Guys, show them our goods!"
With that, several large IPC mechs walked out from behind Scott.
With the company mechs backing him up, Scott felt like he wasn't so afraid of Fu Zhu anymore. He puffed out his chest and looked at March 7th with his head held high.
"How about now?"
March 7th glanced at the several mechs behind Scott. She didn't rush; instead, she poked Fu Zhu beside her with her finger.
"Are you just going to watch your own girlfriend get bullied?"
"Of course not."
Fu Zhu took a step forward. Scott instantly stretched out his hand nervously, pointing at Fu Zhu, and shouted loudly.
"Stand still! You aren't allowed to come near me!"
Fu Zhu smiled brilliantly, spreading his hands as he asked: "Why are you so nervous? And is that the tone of voice used to speak to a creditor?"
Scott's body instantly went stiff. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say a single word. he only dared to glare at Fu Zhu.
Seeing Scott like this, Fu Zhu couldn't help but laugh, then walked over.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just curious about the company mechs, that's all."
Fu Zhu walked past Scott, raised his hand, and patted each of the mechs one by one, then walked back to March 7th's side.
Scott stared at Fu Zhu nervously and asked in a low voice: "Devil, what are you doing now?"
Fu Zhu shrugged: "I didn't do anything. However, Scott, shall we make another bet?"
Hearing the word "bet," Scott looked like he had PTSD; his body trembled, and even his speech became shaky.
"Bet... bet on what?"
"Of course, it's this."
Fu Zhu smiled beamingly and made a thumb-wrestling gesture at him: "Since you say Xianzhou sword arts are inferior to company mechs, why don't we make a bet to see if the company mechs are more powerful or the Xianzhou sword arts are more formidable."
"I won't make it difficult for you either. How about I just let March 7th fight you?"
"Her?"
Scott stared at March 7th with a suspicious look for a few moments, then asked somewhat nervously: "Let me ask one thing first, she isn't some Emanator, right?"
Fu Zhu shook his head: "No."
"Then she won't be like the Ten Stonehearts, sharing your power or something, right?"
"She won't."
Scott instantly straightened his spine, put his hands on his hips, and laughed loudly.
"With just this, she still wants to compete with me? Speak, what are the stakes!"
Seeing he had taken the bait, Fu Zhu's eyebrows raised slightly, the corners of his mouth carrying a smile.
"If you lose, the money you owe me, you use that same amount to run advertisements. The content of the ads will say that the company's mechs are inferior to Xianzhou sword arts."
"And if I win?"
"The debt between us will be written off."
"Good! But I also have a condition!"
Fu Zhu made a 'please' gesture. Scott licked his lips excitedly, staring dead at Fu Zhu.
"We compete right now. In case time drags on, you might pull some fancy tric—"
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Zhu immediately agreed.
"No problem."
Fu Zhu agreeing so quickly actually made Scott somewhat suspicious. Could he have already tampered with something?
But thinking carefully, Fu Zhu didn't seem to have done anything just now. Even if he is a devil, tampering leaves some traces.
Thinking it over, Scott felt his odds of winning were huge! As long as it wasn't Fu Zhu doing it himself, could he really be afraid of that pink-haired little girl?!
Seeing this, March 7th tugged on Fu Zhu's sleeve with some concern.
"Fu Zhu, do you really want me to do it?"
Fu Zhu nodded, then looked at Yunli and Yanqing.
"Of course. Just right, in front of your two teachers, test the results of your training over the past few days. But don't worry, with me here, our victory is already decided!"