She's Crazy, I Love Her - Chapter 25

“Miss Chi.”

The cold, indifferent words traveled through the bone conduction earpiece, gently striking her central nervous system.

There was none of the alluring, languid charm of a lowered voice, nor the pretense of intimacy. Instead, the tone was detached, ordinary, even somewhat cold.

Chi Yue felt as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her. She opened her mouth, and it took a full two seconds for the thin membrane in her throat to forcibly open. “President Qi.”

Qi You gazed out the window. “Did you need something?”

“It’s nothing urgent, just—” Chi Yue paused. “Zhang Mu is coming tomorrow to confirm the agency contract.”

“Good,” Qi You said. “You can discuss any requests with her.”

Chi Yue hummed softly in acknowledgment.

“Anything else?” Qi You asked.

“I wanted to ask about the contract duration—”

“Two years,” Qi You replied.

“Okay,” Chi Yue said.

After a pause, she added, “Okay. Goodbye.”

Qi You watched the phone screen fade to black before tossing it aside. She lowered the car window slightly, letting the cool evening breeze sweep through, brushing past her somewhat cold, sharp features.

The suburban area boasted a high green coverage rate. Towering dawn redwood trees lined both sides of the road, their long shadows stretching across the pavement under the setting sun, deepening the twilight gloom.

Moments later, Qi You’s phone rang again. It was Zhou Wei calling directly.

“My sister! Can you deign to reply to your younger sister’s messages?” Zhou Wei’s furious voice echoed through the quiet car.

“Next time,” Qi You said.

Zhou Wei’s anger flared at the dismissive reply. She sneered, “So I’m just being a busybody eunuch here, worrying for nothing, huh? Qi Qiuyang has the surname Qi, not Zhou!”

Qi You hummed in acknowledgment.

“Qi You!” Zhou Wei roared.

Qi You gazed out the window. The evening wind, compressed by the speeding car, rushed through the narrow window seams, striking her face—harmless but mildly irritating.

Tapping the window, Qi You said, “I’ll come over.”

“You’ll come over?” Zhou Wei paused, then said, “Fine. Honestly, I can’t figure out Qi Qiuyang. Why doesn’t he just crawl into a jar and hide like a turtle? Why does he keep sticking his head out, waiting to get castrated? The little bastard…”

Qi You hung up and gave the driver an address.

By the time the car arrived, the golf club had switched to its nighttime mode, the green illuminated by bright lights.

At this hour, the summer heat had faded, a gentle evening breeze stirred, and the moonlight and starlight mingled with the chirping of insects, creating a truly leisurely and carefree atmosphere.

A large group of people were playing golf, chatting and laughing in clusters. Qi You, greeted by several cheerful calls, reached out to borrow Zhou Wei’s club. “I’ll just use it for a moment.”

Zhou Wei readily handed over the club, glancing at the man jogging toward them. “Wow, news travels fast.”

The newcomer grinned brightly, his voice ringing with delight. “Sis—”

But his greeting was cut short by a sharp thwack.

The white golf ball sliced through the air, striking him squarely on the head.

The incident happened without warning. Before anyone could react, Qi Qiuyang had already collapsed to the ground.

Not only Qi Qiuyang’s companions were stunned; even Zhou Wei froze in shock.

Qi You’s expression remained unchanged as she slowly approached. She pressed the cold clubhead against Qi Qiuyang’s cheek.

“What did you call me?” she asked.

Qi Qiuyang, who had once possessed a handsome and refined face, now lay flushed crimson from the impact. Only two years younger than Qi You, he had previously kept a low profile. But in recent years, with Qi Shouye’s tacit approval, he had begun to brazenly appear in public.

Qi You knew that if she didn’t act now, in a few days, this man would use his knowledge of her true identity to blackmail her.

She tilted her head, glanced at the dazed young man still reeling from the ringing in his ears, then gripped the club with both hands, preparing to swing.

Qi Qiuyang, dazed and terrified, scrambled sideways on all fours, unable to stand. He coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of bl00d, as if the ball had shattered his teeth.

Qi You paused, then asked again, “What did you call me?”

“Ugh… N-no… Qi… Qi…”

Qi You swung the club.

With a sickening crack of bone, Qi Qiuyang let out an even more piercing scream, clutching his knee and howling in agony. Within seconds, tears and snot smeared his face, utterly erasing his earlier sunny demeanor.

Qi You stood motionless under the cold, white stadium lights, her expression devoid of anger or amusement—only calm.

No one dared to intervene.

After a while, the screams gradually subsided into ragged gasps and sobs.

Seeing him regain his composure, Qi You stepped forward, pressing the clubhead against his cheek once more.

“N-no… I was wrong… Young Miss Qi… Waaah… President Qi… I was wrong…” he pleaded desperately, his pupils dilated with terror as he instinctively recoiled.

“Wrong?” Qi You pressed the clubhead against his eye socket. “Kneel and say it.”

Qi Qiuyang jerked his head up, staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

Qi You gave him no time to consider. With a forceful twist of her wrist, the smooth silver club pressed against his bl00d-streaked eyeball, grinding down.

Qi Qiuyang gasped, his voice cracking, “You… you can’t…”

Qi You gripped the club with both hands, assuming a perfect, textbook-worthy stance that could be featured in a promotional brochure.

Even though she was aiming for his head, no one doubted she meant business.

Fearing things would escalate, someone quickly nudged Zhou Wei and signaled to Assistant Shen, who had accompanied Qi You.

Assistant Shen worked for Zheng Qing. Though equally shocked by Qi You’s actions, he hesitated to intervene.

Finally, Zhou Wei spoke up, “Qi You, maybe…”

Qi You glanced at her.

It was an utterly ordinary glance, yet it silenced Zhou Wei instantly.

Qi You turned back to Qi Qiuyang, whose eyes widened with terror, and swung the club.

“No! Don’t!”

Almost simultaneously, Qi Qiuyang stumbled forward, collapsing to his knees. The pain made him unable to maintain his balance, and he half-collapsed onto the grass, bloody froth bubbling from his ragged breaths, splattering the green blades.

Qi You lowered the club and looked down at him.

“I was wrong,” Qi Qiuyang gritted out, each word forced through clenched teeth. “Miss… Qi…”

Qi You asked, “Don’t let me see you again, okay?”

Qi Qiuyang couldn’t even last this short moment. His head slammed into the grass as he gasped for breath. “Y-yes, uh, I-I’ll…”

Slightly satisfied, Qi You didn’t wait for him to finish. She turned and walked over to Zhou Wei with the golf club. Raising her hand, she asked, “Do you still want the club?”

Zhou Wei recoiled in disgust at the bl00d and tears staining the clubhead, shaking her head vigorously as she backed away. “No, no! It’s disgusting! Don’t give it to me!”

Qi You handed the club to the caddy standing nearby. “Please dispose of this for me. Thank you.”

Polite and courteous.

The caddy, still pale-faced, hurried to take it. “Yes, yes, of course.”

Qi You headed indoors, Zhou Wei following close behind, along with the other onlookers. The ragged gasps and whimpers of Qi Qiuyang were quickly left behind, fading into silence in the vast space.

It wasn’t until they reached the pristine, brightly lit lounge that Zhou Wei finally calmed down, sighing in exasperation. “Damn, you’ve been way too violent lately! You’re even personally blowing people’s heads off now!”

Qi You’s voice remained cool. “Just a scare. It’ll take care of things once and for all.”

Zhou Wei clicked her tongue but still sighed. “A scare is fine, but can’t we just scare them without getting our hands dirty? It’s so undignified! You’re ruining your reputation! If people start calling you ‘Bloody Mary’ behind your back, that won’t do at all!”

Qi You smiled.

She still didn’t know that she was the one who had killed them all.

Following Zhou Wei’s suggestion, the group enthusiastically shifted their focus to drinking, each ordering a Bloody Mary.

That evening, as expected, Qi Shouye called.

Qi You immediately hung up.

A few days later, Zheng Qing traveled to another city to attend a business summit. As one of the summit’s vice chairpersons, with the conference’s focus aligning with biomedical technology, she brought Qi You along.

The summit was held in a southern city, and the attendees were industry leaders. Unsurprisingly, Qi You encountered Pei Yi at the event.

Two months had passed since Pei Yi’s shoulder injury. The cast had been removed, and he wore a crisp suit, a red guest badge hanging around his neck. He stood out conspicuously among the balding, pot-bellied middle-aged men.

“Miss Qi,” Pei Yi said as he approached, his face displaying just the right amount of surprise. “I never expected to see you here.”

Qi You raised her eyebrows slightly. “Young Master Pei.”

At her formal address, the polite smile on Pei Yi’s face tightened slightly, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he sat down nearby and cut straight to the point: “I’ve heard that Miss Qi has partnered with my sister to establish a company.”

Qi You didn’t look at him or respond.

Pei Yi, seemingly oblivious to her coldness, continued, “My sister has always been extremely selective. To be honest, I’m quite surprised she’s working with Miss Qi.”

Qi You tapped the steel pen on the table. Zheng Qing’s secretary had prepared it based on her habits, and had also provided one for Qi You. The pen was a sleek, matte black, exuding a calm elegance. When uncapped, its precision-engineered steel nib gleamed, sharp as a blade.

She glanced at Pei Yi, her gaze casually sweeping across his neck.

Pei Yi persisted, “Perhaps we could chat after the conference, Miss Qi?”

Qi You withdrew her gaze. “I have other commitments. Maybe another time.”

Pei Yi nodded, ceasing his pursuit while maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor. Only after turning away did a flicker of coldness appear in his eyes.

Qi You watched his retreating figure. After a long moment, she slowly released the pen.

So noisy… and a bit foul-smelling.

Like the stench of rotting flesh.

Zheng Qing had returned unnoticed and settled into the seat beside her. After politely greeting a few guests who came to exchange pleasantries, she finally turned to Qi You.

Noticing her listless expression, Zheng Qing asked, “Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Qi You hummed in agreement.

Zheng Qing, in a rare display of thoughtfulness, said, “Then you shouldn’t come tonight. Go back to the hotel and get some rest.”

Qi You replied, “Okay.”

By then, the host had already taken the stage. As they were seated in the front row, near the center, they stopped talking.

After a moment, Qi You took out her phone.

Half an hour later, Qi You received a call from Chi Yue in the backstage lounge.

Still sounding uncertain, Chi Yue asked again over the phone, “President Qi, do you want me to come now?”

The long table in the lounge was laden with fresh pastries and drinks. The sweet, mellow aroma of red velvet cake filled the air.

Yet Qi You had no appetite. Her voice was flat as she replied, “Yes.”

Chi Yue bit her lip. “Could we… could we reschedule? I have a shoot today, and we’re already filming…”

Qi You said, “I’ll ask the director for you.”

Chi Yue grew anxious. “But, President Qi…”

“Miss Chi,” Qi You interrupted, her voice echoing strangely in the empty, quiet room. “I’ll be waiting for you at the hotel tonight.”