Master Xiao, Your Wife Has Reborn

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Xi Tian calmed her, “Not to worry, Madam. Clearing the traffic’s just one call away.”

When Su Jin noticed a heavy bike crawling in their direction, she typed her words out, “There’s no time—too urgent. I have to go now. Please, please pay the guy for what comes next.” She shoved the door open, to which it blocked the motorcyclist.

Seeing it was a stunning-looking girl standing in his way, the cyclist removed his helmet and flashed her the most pleasing smile. “Hey, gorgeous. I see you’ve stopped me because you probably want my attention. Wanna go out with me?”

Fool, she thought. Her needle was ready beforehand, and she paralyzed him, yanked him off the bike, and took his seat with his helmet. She turned the handle, and she was gone next, leaving the cyclist on the ground, still disoriented.

After he recovered, he glared wide-eyed at the barely visible bike, yelling, “God d*mn freaking sl*t! B*tch stole my favorite ride in broad daylight!”

Xi Tian got out of the car and saw the wailing, angry young man, his hair dyed in rainbow shades. “Master Hou?”

That young man was the very son from the prestigious Hous of the Four Noble Families, and now, he was acting like an angry kid whining in the supermarket.

As the kid heard Xi Tian’s voice, he struggled to stand up and began his tattling, “Mr. Butler, you’re here just in time. Quick! We have to catch that little sl*t. She ran off with my bike—my favorite bike! I just got it from abroad—limited edition—worth 2.5 million! I don’t care what it takes. You have to help me get her! I’ll break her legs, then her arms next. The thief shall learn her lesson!”

He wiped the tears and mucus off his face and continued, “Mr. Butler, what did I ever do that she’d steal my stuff? She’s got a death wish!”

Xi Tian glided his eyes to where the kid was pointing, and he noticed Su Jin’s disappearing silhouette—that was her? Su Jin?

Moments after his recovery from shock, Xi Tian pulled out a checkbook from his pocket and wrote a check for 2.5 million. The young master didn’t specify its worth, but that would be close enough. “Don’t get too upset, Master Hou. Why don’t you take the check and get another same one with the money?”

Xi Tian took the check. A glance after, he stared right into Xi Tian’s eyes, vexed. “What are you arrogant people hinting? That I’m stupid enough to take your money?”

“Wasn’t this the price you’d suggested? Anyway, please, keep the check. I’ve got more important stuff on hand, so I’ll excuse myself for now. Farewell, Master Hou.”

Holding onto the check, Hou Hao counted the zeros again—well, he should’ve asked for more.

…

As Su Jin steered the bike to the clubhouse near the school, she saw Yu Haiyang standing protectively in front of a fragile yet familiar figure. A gang had them circled, shouting and beating them up. Blood was everywhere over Yu Haiyang.

Revving the engine, Su Jin gunned the bike towards the crowd. The gang leader had his men spread out before she could even hit them. She smirked, letting the bike drift to a stop in front of Yu Haiyang, and motioned to him to hop on.

Yu Haiyang couldn’t make out the features beneath the helmet, but he was sure they were here to save him. He squinted his eyes, wiping off the blood from the corner of his lips before shoving the girl behind him to Su Jin. “Take her and leave.”

It lit the flames of fury within the thugs, and once again, they sprinted forward for a second round. “Come on, boys. No way we’re letting that biker take the chick away.”

“What are you waiting for?” Yu Haiyang shouted. “Go! I’ll cover you.”

Su Jin frowned. Cover what exactly? They weren’t in a Hollywood movie—those thugs were dead serious in claiming their lives. Why couldn’t he see that?

She looked over her shoulder to study the girl. She thought she’d guessed it wrong at first, but it turned out Yu Haiyang was sticking up for Su Xue.. Why were they even together? Why had things taken a turn?