Chapter 343: Green Cloth, Tea Leaves

Yang Haoran left his seat, preparing to return to his room to fetch something. Just as he reached the door, he encountered a serpent demon, smiling ingratiatingly.

Encountering the serpent demon didn't surprise Yang Haoran; he had sensed someone at the door long before. He simply couldn't be bothered to pay attention to such matters.

Though not exactly a proud matter, he had grown indifferent to it, so he didn't feel particularly embarrassed even if others overheard.

"What do you need? Shall I fetch it for you?" the serpent demon asked with a smile.

After a brief hesitation, Yang Haoran nodded and replied, "There's a box on my bedside table. I'd appreciate it if you could get it for me."

"No problem at all, I'll get it for you right away," the serpent demon said cheerfully as she headed towards Yang Haoran's bedroom, while he returned to his seat.

"Who were you talking to just now?" a woman asked, eyeing Yang Haoran.

"A friend who lives here," Yang Haoran replied with a sip of tea and a faint smile.

"A friend? Haha, a girlfriend, right? Judging by that voice, quite seductive! Must be in the same line of work?" the woman said with a cold smile.

Yang Haoran frowned slightly, his smile fading. The woman's words made him feel uneasy.

Firstly, the serpent demon wasn't his girlfriend. Secondly, he found the woman's remark quite rude, considering there was no connection between him and the serpent demon.

Before Yang Haoran could respond, the voice of the serpent demon came from the doorway.

"Is spewing filth your idea of manners? Look at yourself with all that heavy makeup, then look at me without any, who really resembles a whore here?" the serpent demon retorted, holding a box as she swayed her hips, wearing a smile, and walking into the study.

Her appearance momentarily stunned the woman.

So beautiful, so enchanting, yet not a facade but a genuine allure emanating from within.

The woman considered herself a beauty, a rare one at that. She was confident and proud of her appearance, but compared to the serpent demon, her pride seemed laughable.

Though reluctant to admit it, it was an undeniable fact, apparent to anyone.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

In just a moment of daze, the woman's jealousy flared up, and her gaze towards the serpent demon turned extremely disdainful.

However, at that moment, the woman's mobile phone suddenly rang. Initially hesitant to answer the call, she quickly picked it up upon seeing the caller ID, fearing any delay might upset the caller.

"Hello, honey, I...," the woman began, but before she could finish, a man's voice erupted from the other end.

"Where the hell have you been?" the man shouted.

Glancing at Yang Haoran briefly, the woman averted her gaze and forced a smile, responding, "I went back to my hometown to visit my parents. Didn't I tell you about this?"

"Yes, you did! But did I agree to it? Get your ass back here right now! If I don't see you tonight, you'll spend a few more days in the hospital!" the man's voice was filled with rage, audible not only to the woman but also to Yang Haoran and the serpent demon.

The woman's expression turned grim, a hint of panic visible. Clearly frightened, she hastily left the study, seemingly preparing to return immediately. As for visiting her elderly parents at home, it seemed unlikely now.

The woman left without looking back. For Yang Haoran, this scene wasn't unfamiliar; it had played out between him and the woman before.

"Aren't you going to see her off?" the serpent demon asked Yang Haoran, smiling.

Shaking his head, Yang Haoran replied, "She's just a stranger to me. Would you see off a stranger?"

"Of course not, I don't have that kind of time," the serpent demon replied with a chuckle.

"If you don't have that kind of time, do you think I do?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile.

The serpent demon didn't answer Yang Haoran's question because it was unnecessary; the answer was already clear.

"Hehe, seeing how hurriedly she left, her days don't seem too pleasant," the serpent demon remarked with a smile.

Yang Haoran lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "She chose her path. Whether it's good or bad, she'll have to bear it. But I have a different view from you; I feel she might actually be enjoying it."

"Who knows? Perhaps she has some unique quirks. I'm not fond of this woman. I tolerated her outside the door earlier, solely because of you. Otherwise, I would've dealt with her by now. Or... should I go after her now and give her a lesson?" the serpent demon asked with a smile.

Yang Haoran shook his head. "She's just passing through; no need to waste time on her."

"Are you... still not over her?" the serpent demon inquired.

Yang Haoran chuckled. "Perhaps I was a bit before, but now, there's really nothing I can't let go of. After all, we're not from the same world. Besides, like you, I also dislike her as she is now."