My Beautiful School Belle Wife

On a summer afternoon, Xu Lang's mood burned as fiercely as the blazing sun. A little flame of excitement had been flickering deep inside him, matching the brilliant red roses he held in his hands. He was about to see his first love again. How could he possibly keep calm? Standing outside a café in the city center, he kept glancing into the distance, waiting for her to arrive. After what felt like forever, a red QQ compact car came speeding toward him. Xu Lang didn't get his hopes up. As far as he remembered, his first love, Zhang Chenxi, could hardly afford a car like that. What happened next, however, left him utterly stunned. A young woman stepped gracefully out of the car in a pair of rose-red high heels. She wore a modern, light-red cheongsam with a high slit that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. Her full breasts, slender waist, smooth, jade-like face, and shoulder-length black hair made her look like a girl who had stepped straight out of a painting. She walked directly toward him. Xu Lang swallowed hard. To his astonishment, the beautiful young woman was none other than his first love. It seemed fate hadn't treated him too badly after all. His girlfriend had grown more stunning with every passing year. Her generous curves were enough to test even Xu Lang's usually impressive self-control. "Let's break up." Before Xu Lang could say a word, Zhang Chenxi delivered the icy sentence. Her words exploded in his heart like a bomb. He couldn't believe they had come from her. If she truly wanted to leave him, why had she waited for him all these years? And why, when they reunited a month ago after such a long separation, had she given him her virginity? "Why?" Xu Lang stood frozen for a long moment before finally forcing the words through his clenched teeth. "The reason is simple. You have no money, no house, and no car. You can't give me the life I want. And I'm certainly not going back to your hometown with you. What's so great about living there? No KFC, no underground shopping malls, no karaoke bars, no nightclubs, no amusement parks, no skyscrapers, no celebrities, and no glittering nightlife. I don't want to waste my entire life because of you!" Zhang Chenxi said, visibly agitated. "Then we don't have to go back. Just give me some time. I promise I'll make something of myself in this city." "But I don't have that much time to give you. I'm already earning over ten thousand yuan a month, while you're still just a low-level employee. How long do you think it'll take you to catch up with me? You're a grown man, yet you earn less than a fifth of what I do. What kind of man does that make you?" Zhang Chenxi replied mercilessly. Her words cut Xu Lang to the bone. He had planned to say something to persuade her to stay, but now he realized there was no point. "Have you really made up your mind?" he asked quietly, making one final attempt to change her mind. "I have. Don't contact me again. Goodbye." Zhang Chenxi turned away without hesitation, got back into her car, and drove off. Xu Lang didn't try to stop her. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it quickly, and took several deep drags. He blew a series of perfect smoke rings into the air and watched them slowly disappear. Then he flicked the cigarette away, stepped on it, and ground it viciously beneath his shoe. Looking down at the roses in his hands, Xu Lang suddenly found them ridiculous. They felt like a woman's way of mocking and toying with him. Yet he didn't hate her. He had been her first love and her first man. The fact that she had waited for him in silence for so many years had not been easy. He was simply heartbroken. How had the innocent girl he once knew become so materialistic? Still, he could understand it. In an age when people chased money and possessions, everything changed quickly, including people's hearts. And after living for years in a big city like Jiangdu, it was hard not to change. Xu Lang turned and walked away, tossing the entire bouquet of bright red roses into a trash can without caring about the astonished looks or whispered comments from the people around him. Xu Lang was usually a carefree man, but even he couldn't shrug off the cruel departure of his first love as though nothing had happened. Miserable and frustrated, he rode the subway aimlessly until he finally emerged after dark. He wandered into a nearby nightclub. Perhaps getting drunk was the only way to ease the misery weighing on his heart. Blasting DJ music, dizzying dance moves, intoxicating red wine, pale, shapely thighs, and handsome young men—perhaps these were the very things that drew so many city dwellers to nightclubs. Xu Lang might not have looked wealthy, but he was tall, powerfully built, and handsome. The moment he appeared, countless beautiful women began throwing flirtatious glances his way. He had no interest in a romantic encounter tonight, though. He wanted to relax his mind, not his body. "Hey, handsome. How about buying me a drink?" A provocatively dressed woman approached him, swaying her graceful hips. "Sure, I'll buy you a drink. But you'd better keep your distance!" Xu Lang pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and casually tossed it to her without even counting it. Women like her were usually hired by the nightclub to coax men into spending money. Their job was to get customers to open their wallets, and some would go as far as sleeping with them to achieve that goal. Since this fool was willing to hand over money without asking for anything in return, there was no need for her to pester him. She took the cash, smiled brightly, and walked away. "Handsome, would you like to dance with me?" Another woman approached as soon as the first one left. "No!" Xu Lang snapped impatiently. He gulped down a mouthful of his cocktail without even looking at her. The woman could only walk away, disappointed. Not long afterward, a filthy conversation reached his ears from behind. "Brother Ma, how long do you think Brother Biao is going to keep her this time? Last time, he promised to let a few of us have a turn after he was done. But he always falls asleep as soon as he finishes, and none of us dares to go in and remind him." Almost at the same moment, someone slapped Xu Lang on the back. "Hey, move over and make room!" Without waiting to see whether Xu Lang agreed, the man turned back to Brother Ma beside him and continued complaining. "We'd better pay attention this time. This girl is something special. Heh, we've all been dying to get our hands on her!" Only after Brother Ma sat down in the seat beside Xu Lang did the man realize that Xu Lang hadn't moved an inch. "Hey! Didn't you hear me? Get the hell out of here!" he shouted at Xu Lang's back. "You damn—Ah!" Before he could finish cursing, Xu Lang swung the bottle in his hand backward without even turning around. It struck the man's head squarely, and bright red blood immediately began to flow. Brother Ma realized that Xu Lang was no ordinary man. He hurriedly pulled a gleaming machete from inside his jacket and slashed at him. Xu Lang remained seated. No one could tell where his foot came from or whether he had used some kind of object. Everything happened so quickly that the onlookers couldn't make out a thing. In the next instant, Brother Ma was clutching his crotch and screaming hysterically. "Ahhh! Oh, God! It hurts! It hurts like hell!" The nightclub was so noisy that, despite the commotion around the bar, few people noticed the fight. Realizing things had gone badly wrong, Brother Ma and his men hurried to a private room behind them to call for reinforcements. Soon, a burly man appeared, flanked by three or five bodyguards dressed in black. "Which little bastard is tired of living?" Xu Lang had warmed up a little by throwing the first few punches, and now he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Apparently, beating people up could be addictive. Since these men had come looking for a fight, he had no intention of showing them mercy. Still sitting casually on the barstool, he gave it a smooth spin. Then, with a flick of his hand, he sent four or five bottles that had been resting on the counter flying toward the two burly men charging at the front. The bottles struck their targets, leaving blood running down their faces as they cried out in pain. Behind the bar, a sexy, alluring female bartender stared at the scene in stunned silence. Although her face had gone pale with shock, she couldn't take her eyes off Xu Lang. This man was simply unbelievable. Good heavens! How much force had he put into such a casual movement? Brother Biao, the gang's leader, was dumbfounded. He couldn't help retreating several steps. Trying to run away? Damn it! You can't pick a fight whenever you feel like it and then stop whenever you want. You've awakened my appetite for a good brawl, and you think you can just call it quits? Xu Lang continued drinking as though nothing had happened, steadily advancing on the gang while Brother Biao and his men backed away in fear. "What... what do you want?" Brother Biao stammered, his voice trembling. "You'll find out soon enough." As soon as Xu Lang finished speaking, he moved like a gust of wind and a flash of lightning. Nobody saw how he crossed the distance between them. By the time they realized what had happened, Brother Biao was already howling like a slaughtered pig. One of his arms had been wrenched out of its socket by Xu Lang. "Sorry about that. I accidentally pulled it out. Let me put it back for you," Xu Lang said with a perfectly serious expression. He suddenly exerted force. There was a sharp c***k as Brother Biao's arm was twisted back into place, followed by another agonized scream. "Oops, sorry. I put it in crooked. Let's try again." Xu Lang was a master at making people suffer. Brother Biao's pain was so unbearable that he soon passed out. "Grandpa! Please, Grandpa, spare us!" Brother Biao's men immediately dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Xu Lang smacked his lips. "You're all pretty lousy at this. Can't take a little fun." Looking at the men kneeling before him, he added, "Now get the hell out of my sight! And don't forget to pay my bar tab on your way out!" "Yes! Yes, sir! We'll leave right now!" The men carried Brother Biao's half-dead body away, paid Xu Lang's bill, and fled as quickly as they could. Xu Lang was about to leave when he turned and caught sight of a breathtaking beauty lying on a sofa inside the private room. He glanced at her casually, but once he saw her, he couldn't bring himself to look away. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her breasts rose prominently beneath her clothing, and the tantalizing glimpse of her smooth thighs beneath her short skirt left Xu Lang momentarily frozen. He had met countless women in his life, but he had never seen anyone quite so beautiful. With the alcohol clouding his judgment, he found himself walking into the room almost unconsciously. She had an angelic face and a devilishly alluring figure. How could a woman so devastatingly beautiful even exist? If he was going to make a move, he might as well make it worthwhile. Still, Xu Lang had his principles when it came to women. He wasn't interested in the usual nightclub girls. With that thought, he turned to leave. But just then, the woman reached out and grabbed him, preventing him from taking another step. Before Xu Lang could even turn around, her hand began wandering over his body. "Damn it! What are you doing? I'm not that kind of man!" Xu Lang exclaimed in astonishment. Of course, any woman who knew Xu Lang well would have known the truth: when he decided to let loose, he could be anything but a gentleman.