Chapter 76: The Idle and Gluttonous Miss Bai

Although the stack of broken plates wasn’t particularly expensive—altogether less than a thousand yuan—it still made Jiang Hao’s heart ache. He picked up a piece of the shattered porcelain, studied it for a moment, then cried out in anguish, “Miss Bai, did you use to work on a demolition crew?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Bai Tianyu replied awkwardly.

She hurriedly squatted down, trying to sweep the fragments into the trash bin. But as soon as her hand touched a shard, she recoiled as if shocked, her face contorted in pain.

“My hand…” Bai Tianyu clutched her injured finger, her expression growing even more pained.

Jiang Hao could only sigh, pulling her back into the living room and settling her on the sofa while he rummaged around for a band-aid.

“You really can’t do anything right, but when it comes to wrecking the house, you’re number one,” he muttered while wrapping her wounded finger.

Bai Tianyu seemed embarrassed now, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. She stammered, “I’ve never cooked at home before. Everyone has a first time, and everyone makes mistakes.”

“Alright, stop making excuses. What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you,” Jiang Hao said helplessly.

He dared not let Bai Tianyu near the kitchen again; breaking a few dishes was nothing, but if she got hurt again, it would be troublesome. After all, she was the heiress of the Bai family. Despite Bai Qiming’s repeated claims on the phone that he no longer acknowledged her as his daughter, if anything serious happened, the Bai family would never just stand by.

“I want braised pork! Sweet and sour carp! Ribs in sauce! And—”

Jiang Hao’s forehead veins bulged, and he almost wanted to flick this young lady’s head.

Half an hour later.

Bai Tianyu sat on the sofa, slurping tomato and egg noodles, while Jiang Hao sat nearby, boredly flipping through TV channels with the remote.

“You’re still in school, aren’t you?” Jiang Hao asked.

“I’ve already graduated from university,” Bai Tianyu replied after swallowing her noodles.

Jiang Hao was astonished. He’d graduated from university at twenty-two, yet Bai Tianyu looked no older than eighteen or nineteen. How could she have graduated so quickly?

Seeing the surprise on his face, Bai Tianyu grew proud again. She thrust out her rather flat chest and declared, “I’m a genius. I learn faster than others, you know! Don’t be fooled by my age—I attended a prestigious private university. My father donated money to the school, so I graduated early…”

“So in the end, it was the power of money,” Jiang Hao commented.

After finishing her noodles, Bai Tianyu set her bowl down with a thud on the coffee table and immediately asked, “Where’s the bathroom? I want to take a shower.”

“Do you have a change of clothes?” Jiang Hao posed the crucial question.

Bai Tianyu paused, then replied, a little embarrassed, “Actually, no. But your clothes should fit me well enough, right?”

Jiang Hao felt a headache coming on, but what could he say? He could only nod in agreement.

Night fell.

Jiang Hao found bedding for Bai Tianyu and let her sleep in the room next to his own. Returning to his bedroom, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The events of today’s Su family banquet replayed in his mind like a film—how the Su family went from lofty arrogance to bowing their heads in apology to him. Jiang Hao felt an immense sense of satisfaction, as if he had finally exacted his revenge.

Yet the image of Su Qingli kneeling in tears left him anguished.

Ultimately, Jiang Hao still had feelings for Su Qingli. He believed that Su Qingli, her mother Zhang Liping, and the surgeon Wang Jun’an had colluded to steal his kidney and harm him, but he simply couldn’t sever his feelings for her completely.

Even when he deliberately acted cold in front of her, even when he repeatedly used harsh words to humiliate her, Jiang Hao could never truly forget her.

Just then, a series of knocks sounded at the door.

Jiang Hao sighed, turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed, and opened the door. There stood Bai Tianyu, wearing his pajamas, hugging a pillow, her eyes half-closed from sleep. “Where’s the bathroom? I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it…”

“Every floor has one. It’s at the end of the corridor,” Jiang Hao replied grumpily.

Bai Tianyu mumbled something and turned to head to the bathroom.

The next morning.

The sky was clear and the sun shone brightly.

Jiang Hao stuffed his clothes and bedding into the washing machine, almost finished with the chores when Bai Tianyu tossed her skirt over to him.

“Wash mine too,” she said cheerfully.

Jiang Hao glanced at her, displeased. “Are you confused about something? I’m not your servant.”

“But you’re already washing clothes. What’s wrong with washing mine too?” Bai Tianyu insisted.

Jiang Hao’s forehead veins began to throb again.

“I’ve already finished!” he snapped.

“A grown man, so petty—what’s the point?” Bai Tianyu shoved her skirt into his hands, yawned, and strolled to the living room sofa. As she walked away, she called out, “By the way, this skirt is designer. Don’t use the washing machine—hand wash it, and be gentle…”

Jiang Hao cursed her a hundred times in his heart.

A true heiress was indeed hard to wait upon.

Compared to Bai Tianyu, Su Qingli was much better. While Jiang Hao had often washed Su Qingli’s clothes when he was the Su family’s son-in-law, Su Qingli would always help with the chores whenever she had time.

But thinking about all that was useless now. Jiang Hao soaked Bai Tianyu’s jade-green dress, then scrubbed it vigorously in the basin.

Suddenly, with a loud rip, the designer dress tore open, leaving a massive split—at least twenty centimeters long—right below the waist.

If Bai Tianyu wore it without knowing, her hips and legs would surely be exposed.

Should he mend it for her?

Forget it, let her deal with it.

Jiang Hao rinsed the dress, then carried it outside to hang on the clothesline.

But at that moment, he froze.

Su Qingli was standing just outside the gate.

The villa’s gate wasn’t a solid iron door, but a black metal fence, so Su Qingli could clearly see Jiang Hao hanging clothes.

“You… what are you holding in your hands?”