My Childhood Sweetheart Is a Crazy Beauty
Chapter 88 How Do You Want to Die?

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 How Do You Want to Die?

Gu Nanzhi was stumped, "What color coffin?"

She asked in confusion, "Aren’t all coffins black?"

Tang Chuxia shook her head slightly. "No, I think you might need a big red one!"

Gu Nanzhi became even more puzzled, "Why?"

Tang Chuxia gave a dry laugh, "You’ll know soon enough!"

It wasn’t long after that—a next second, actually—a soul-calling wail rose from the depths of hell. "Gu Nanzhi, how do you want to die?"

The voice was ghostly, accompanied by a piercing cold wind that burst in through the open door, truly like a chilling breeze from the depths of a demonic abyss.

Gu Nanzhi shivered uncontrollably, a chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.

The familiar voice carried a whiff of death.

Her little head slowly began to move, like a slow-motion scene in an animation, frame by frame, eventually freezing at a twisted angle, her gaze landing squarely on the speaker.

The person grinned at her, a sinister smile.

"Oh my God!"

Gu Nanzhi screamed, her instinct was to hide, but as her body twisted, it failed to respond to her brain’s commands—her left foot tripped over her right, and she fell straight to the ground.

In the worst kind of scenario no less, face-first like a dog digging in the dirt.

She ended up kneeling before him, butt in the air, head plunged into the ground.

The man showed no remorse; he even laughed, "I’m not your mom, I’m your brother!"

Gu Beihuai’s voice, fierce like a tempest, left Gu Nanzhi no room to resist.

Even Tang Chuxia and Zheng Duoqing couldn’t help but tremble and retreat.

What a joke.

The real deal had arrived!

Anyone could see he was on the verge of erupting.

What was even more daunting was Gu Beihuai’s formidable combat ability.

Before Gu Nanzhi could struggle to stand, Gu Beihuai grabbed her by the collar, hoisting her up, and hurled her to the side.

She wasn’t hurt, thankfully—not thrown on the floor, but onto a bed beside them.

"Did I hear that you like me?"

Gu Beihuai stepped toward Zheng Duoqing, who apparently failed to see his frantic waving and pleading.

"Brother, big brother, dear brother, I was wrong!"

Zheng Duoqing wasn’t a fool. He might not understand Gu Beihuai as clearly as Tang Chuxia, but he’d grown up hearing stories about him.

And hear it right, everyone who grew up around the big courtyard alley had a bone to pick with Gu Beihuai.

It wasn’t because he was remarkably outstanding, but because Gu Beihuai always found ways to suppress any rebellious thoughts they might harbor.

So, seeing Gu Beihuai being hit by Tang Chuxia was a joy and even admired by many, as Gu Beihuai disciplining them was like Tang Chuxia disciplining Gu Beihuai.

It just wasn’t on the same level.

But now, even Tang Chuxia gave way to Gu Beihuai—could Zheng Duoqing possibly stand his ground?

"Brother? If I remember correctly, you’re only a month older than me!" Gu Beihuai hissed coldly as a reminder.

Tears welled up in Zheng Duoqing’s eyes; he wasn’t as tall or imposing as Gu Beihuai—even standing at six feet, he barely measured up in Gu Beihuai’s presence.

What’s more, he lacked fighting capability.

"Brother, I was wrong!"

Zheng Duoqing was always apt at judging the situation, and now was no exception, immediately changing his plea.

"Who’s your brother? You really think I’m that easy-going?" Gu Beihuai’s barbed words left Zheng Duoqing at a loss for words.

He could see today wasn’t going to end without a beating.

Might as well close his eyes and brace for the punches.

After waiting several seconds with nothing happening, he opened his eyes, confused, only to see Gu Beihuai looking at him as if he were trash.

"Ancestor, what exactly do you want?"

Zheng Duoqing decided it was time to just give up.

Gu Beihuai then asked, "Do you really like me?"

Zheng Duoqing shook his hand so vigorously it almost became a blooming hand. He wished his fingers were more nimble to shake the words "don’t like" into existence; unfortunately, his bodily conditions were limited, and all he could manage was a silly smile: "No no no!"

Gu Beihuai raised an eyebrow, "You don’t like me?"

Zheng Duoqing: ... "So who do I like?"

Gu Beihuai sneered, "Do you dare to like me?"

Zheng Duoqing: ... Dude, are you playing with me?

But he didn’t dare to shout, for that was what Gu Beihuai’s gaze plainly said.

He was indeed playing!

Zheng Duoqing dared not utter another word, and at the doorway, Tang Jianjun, who was doubled over with laughter, braced against the wall and wiped the tears brimming from his eyes, struggling to calm down.

Unfortunately, he failed.

It was just too funny.

It was uncontrollably hilarious.

Holding his belly to soothe his nearly cramping intestine, he gasped out, "Huai, why don’t you... give it a try?"

Gu Beihuai’s fierce gaze swept over, but alas, Tang Jianjun didn’t care; he wasn’t Zheng Duoqing, this cousin.

"What’s up? Not possible?"

Gu Beihuai dropped Zheng Duoqing and walked over to Tang Jianjun, "Let’s have a fight!"

He was really feeling fiery and very much wanted to throw some punches.

Tang Jianjun waved his hands, "No way, I’m too weak from laughing, can’t fight, maybe you should hit Zhaocai instead!"

I forgot to mention, Zheng Duoqing’s nickname is Zhaocai, quite a festive name.

But typically no one calls him that, after all, it’s just too festive—out of ten yellow dogs in a village, at least five are called Zhaocai.

Zheng Duoqing yelled, "Don’t call me by my nickname!"

Tang Jianjun responded, "Sorry, cousin, your brother had no choice, afraid of getting beaten!"

He shamelessly finished speaking and added, "Besides, Zhaocai is so festive, who doesn’t like it!"

Zheng Duoqing: (╬◣д◢)

Fuming, but unable to speak.

All untouchable figures.

Tang Chuxia helped Gu Nanzhi up and whispered, "Do you think your brother will really throw punches?"

Gu Nanzhi, rubbing her mouth where she had accidentally bitten her lip, which was now painfully severe and felt like it would ulcerate, said,

"When did he ever not?"

Indeed, only a sister truly knows her brother, and sure enough, they saw Gu Beihuai swing a punch at Tang Jianjun.

Tang Jianjun, who claimed his belly hurt, instantly retaliated, and the two took their fight outside into the courtyard.

It was, in a way, a lifesaver for Zheng Duoqing.

It almost destroyed him.

"Cousin, can we talk instead?"

Tang Chuxia asked Zheng Duoqing.

Zheng Duoqing forced a smile, "It’s all your fault for making me give up on that girl. Would I have suffered all this otherwise?"

He still felt aggrieved!

Gu Nanzhi puzzled, "Give up what thoughts of mine? What could I possibly think of you? I just wanted you to be my sister-in-law, was that wrong?"

Zheng Duoqing: ... You change your gender and then tell me?

Tang Chuxia bent over with laughter; Gu Nanzhi indeed was her source of happiness.

What’s fatal is that Gu Nanzhi genuinely wasn’t pretending, as if realizing, pointed at Zheng Duoqing and exclaimed, "You didn’t think I liked you, did you? I wouldn’t meddle with my future sister-in-law!"