HBWMA -Chapter 274 Plot with Zhou Yanheng

When had Zhou Yanheng ever been this gentle with someone? Guan He glanced at him, confused.

Jiang Huashan was about to refuse when Su Miao suddenly broke free from her grip and, using both hands and feet, scrambled into Zhou Yanheng’s black car.

She casually shut the door behind her and leaned against the window, waving at Jiang Huashan.

“Let me enjoy this final luxury ride! Goodbye~ my friend.”

Jiang Huashan: “……”

Just how bad can someone’s alcohol tolerance be to end up like this?

“Hey! You—what are you doing still standing there? Hurry… start the car,” Su Miao was already half out of her mind, her speech slurred and incoherent.

Zhou Yanheng glanced at her and casually tossed the car keys to Guan He. “You take her home.”

“Roger that.”

Guan He was just about to get into the car when his collar suddenly tightened.

Jiang Huashan grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt. “Your character is bad. You’re not allowed to send her.”

Guan He gave a strained smile. “How exactly is my character bad?”

Jiang Huashan didn’t bother arguing and turned to Qiao Jinxin instead. “You take her. I just sent the photos of you bullying Su Miao to the family group chat. If anything happens to her, the Su family old master will definitely come after you.”

Qiao Jinxin was so angry he actually laughed. “Fine! Must be my bad luck.” With that, he took the keys from Guan He.

Seeing this, Su Miao immediately started making a scene.

“I don’t want this toad! I want Brother A-Ling!”

Qiao Jinxin sneered and tapped her forehead before pushing her back into the car.

“Sit still. What are you screaming for? It’s your last ride anyway—does it matter who sends you?”

Su Miao refused to accept it and struggled up again, trying to stick her head out the window.

Qiao Jinxin immediately pressed the window switch. The glass slowly rose, flattening her face against it from the outside until her features were completely distorted.

Jiang Huashan: “……”

“Let’s go.” Qiao Jinxin waved at Zhou Yanheng, opened the driver’s door, stepped on the accelerator, and the black car roared like a shadow in the night, disappearing into the moonlight.

Zhou Yanheng tilted his chin at Guan He. With a helpless expression, Guan He tossed his own car keys over.

Zhou Yanheng caught them, then opened the passenger door of a yellow sports car.

“Get in.”

Jiang Huashan looked at him through her thick sunglasses.

Zhou Yanheng raised an eyebrow. “Afraid of what?”

Jiang Huashan curled her lips. She had walked this far and still ran into Zhou Yanheng—looks like some “plotlines” really couldn’t be avoided.

With that thought, she stopped hesitating and got in openly.

If she couldn’t avoid it, then she’d face it head-on—crush it.

The smile in Zhou Yanheng’s eyes faded slightly. He walked around the front of the car and got in.

Guan He was about to say something when Zhou Yanheng slammed on the accelerator. The car shot out like an arrow.

“Pfft—cough cough… what the—” Guan He stared in disbelief at the disappearing taillights.

Fu Xiaoxiao hadn’t expected Zhou Yanheng to leave just like that. Furious, she grabbed Guan He’s arm.

“Brother He! Brother Yan just left? I’m still here! How could he take Jiang Huashan instead of me?”

Guan He pulled his arm away, his expression complicated.

“Honestly… just based on looks alone, Jiang Huashan is still very worth sending off.”

“You—” Fu Xiaoxiao’s face darkened. She shoved him. “Brother Yan is not as superficial as you!”

Heh. That guy was already as shallow as it gets. The women he’s been with—none of them looked anything less than goddesses.

Guan He didn’t bother arguing and patted his shoulder.

“Alright, your injuries aren’t light either. Don’t follow anymore tonight. I’ll have someone take you back first.”

Fu Xiaoxiao refused to give up. “I’m not leaving. I’m waiting for Brother Yan to come back.”

Guan He grew impatient. “No. You’re going back. Your family will want an explanation for your injuries anyway. And I’ve got better things to do tonight—I don’t have time to deal with you.”

He waved someone over.

“Take her home. If the Fu family asks about her injuries, just say it was the Shen family who did it.”

“Guan He!”

Fu Xiaoxiao was dissatisfied at being sent away like this and wanted to step forward to argue, but the boy dragged her back. Unable to break free, in a surge of rage she slapped him across the face.

“Who told you to touch me? Believe it or not, I’ll get Brother A-Heng to kill you!”

The boy’s expression turned dark, but due to Fu Xiaoxiao’s status, he could only swallow his anger in silence.

In the car.

The atmosphere was overly quiet. The cramped interior was filled with the faint, alluring scent of perfume.

Jiang Huashan rested her chin on one hand, looking out the window. The hazy night scene suddenly pulled her back to a night in her past life.

……

—[In the previous life]—

Fu Xiaoxiao had tricked Jiang Huashan into going to the arts building to retrieve something. At the time, she did not know the secret hidden inside the building. The moment she stepped out of the elevator, she was grabbed by two disoriented boys and dragged into a recreational classroom. The two of them, driven by lust, intended to assault her.

She struggled desperately, kicking one of them down. Driven by an intense survival instinct, she picked up a classroom chair and smashed it down onto the boy who had fallen.

She hit him hard—so hard that a pool of blood quickly spread across the floor.

The other boy was terrified and fled the classroom screaming.

But Jiang Huashan heard nothing. Her mind had only one thought: everyone who hurt her had to die. She struck harder and harder, and the bloodstains on the ground grew wider and deeper.

“Enough.”

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Huashan jolted awake. When she came back to her senses, Zhou Yanheng was standing in front of her, his dark eyes carrying a hint of teasing.

“If you keep hitting him, he’ll die.”

She looked at him, her gaze obsessive.

“I want him to die.”

Zhou Yanheng raised an eyebrow, took the chair from her hand, and smashed it hard onto the boy’s head.

“Ah—ah!”

The boy screamed in agony, his body convulsing, his bent posture resembling a cooked red shrimp.

Zhou Yanheng stepped closer and smiled at her.

“You were hitting in the wrong place. You should do it like this…”

Not long after the incident at the arts building, Zhou Yanheng began to frequently appear in Jiang Huashan’s world.

No one knew what had gotten into him—he suddenly started responding to Fu Xiaoxiao’s advances.

As Jiang Huashan was Fu Xiaoxiao’s number-one lackey at the time, she helped her with everything: giving advice on pursuing Zhou Yanheng, scouting opportunities for confessions, and so on. Perhaps Fu Xiaoxiao felt her usefulness, so during that period she was unusually pleasant to Jiang Huashan.

It was probably because she had never experienced real kindness before that just a few nice words from Fu Xiaoxiao made Jiang Huashan foolishly believe they were friends. So when she later saw Zhou Yanheng being ambiguous with other girls several times, she took it upon herself, like a good friend, to advise Fu Xiaoxiao to let him go.

Unexpectedly, Fu Xiaoxiao flew into a rage. Her attitude immediately reverted—and became even more vicious than before.

At that time, Jiang Huashan had just taken the blame for Zhao Tang’s suicide on behalf of Fu Xiaoxiao. She was already being ostracized and despised by the entire school. Fu Xiaoxiao’s decision to cut ties at that moment was no different from pushing her into an abyss of despair.

Facing all kinds of rumors and vicious insults, Jiang Huashan could only endure in silence, even naïvely comforting herself that things would get better when she grew up.

But what she never expected was that the “abyss” she thought she was in had no bottom at all—the real darkness still had a lower level.

Fu Xiaoxiao pretended to reconcile and invited her to a coffee outing. After school, she went to the agreed place, only to be met with another disaster.

More than a dozen boys from another school blocked her in the café, hurling insults and teasing her wantonly.

“Miss Fu said she has a friend who’s lonely and desperate, and told us to make sure we serve her well.”