Chapter 631: I

Big Mi Mi, momentarily stunned by Reba's explosive rhetoric, felt that her old nickname from the Beijing hutongs—"Little Tough"—was nothing but beginner's luck in front of this woman.

You can really talk like this?

After all, in public, Reba actually presents a much better image than she does privately—she never phones in public or flips people off.

Yet privately, she vents with such abandon!

And that thing about the "stench of lamb skewers"—Big Mi Mi couldn't suppress her damn curiosity, leaned in close to Reba's neck, and took a full, epic inhale~

"Mi-jie, what are you doing?"

Reba, startled by the tickling sensation on her neck, broke out in goosebumps.

If Bai Liang did this, it'd be fine—after all, there'd be follow-up, and no matter how many goosebumps, he could always soothe them away.

But Big Mi Mi doing this? That's just unbearable—does she plan to spit all over me?

Flashes of these chaotic thoughts crossed Reba's mind; she thought herself ridiculous, but what could she do? She suspected her Mi-jie might've gone a little mad from being cooped up since her divorce.

And Big Mi Mi didn't dare admit she'd only wanted to smell the lamb skewers—because she hadn't smelled a thing!

To cover up her slightly inappropriate behavior just now, she quickly concocted a perfect excuse: "Reba, your hair volume is really impressive."

"Ah~ Right! My hair is super thick, dense and lush."

Speaking of this, Reba was genuinely proud—her hair volume far exceeded normal levels; sometimes when she let it down, a breeze would turn it into a "exploding lion's mane," and even if she didn't comb it in the morning, it still looked fluffy and abundant, too thick for ordinary rubber bands to hold.

Previously, Reba hadn't been particularly sensitive about it, but after meeting Bai Liang, he always liked to bury his hands in her hair.

Of course, thick hair has advantages—but there are also downsides, though those are more private and can't be discussed openly.

By the way, does her Mi-jie even have this kind of "problem"?

Looking at Big Mi Mi's hairline, which stood a full inch higher than hers, Reba couldn't help wondering what her other hairlines looked like.

Before her impolite gaze could be noticed, Reba swiftly pulled her eyes away.

One acted improperly, the other was impolite—between them, both harbored private thoughts, yet the atmosphere suddenly became incredibly harmonious.

Only now did Reba realize her words had been overly harsh.

But she wasn't normally like this—or rather, she was only like this with Gu Li Naza.

They'd exchanged so many encrypted verbal battles that their threshold for mutual harm kept rising.

The bottom line of vulgar speech had slowly eroded over time.

At first, they never reached this level.

But now? It's just routine.

At least they haven't dragged in genitalia or ancestors—so they still have some class.

After calming down and re-examining the Weibo situation, Reba finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Though the borderline behavior was infuriating, it had ultimately stopped at the edge.

But this signal was becoming increasingly dangerous—her old hometown buddy would never have done this before.

Reba pursed her lips, wondering if she should do something too?

Her expression made Big Mi Mi's heart race; she hurriedly urged her, openly and subtly, afraid she'd suddenly snap and break up with the company.

Reba's contract with Jiaxing is extremely long—much longer than Naza's with Tang Ren. There are still years left before expiration; Jiaxing will never let her go.

Unless they truly tore up the contract and dragged Bai Liang into it, Reba alone could never withstand Jiaxing's prepared severance package.

Of course, if Bai Liang were dragged in, Jiaxing might panic—likely resulting in mutual destruction, with no one winning.

Though Big Mi Mi's position inside Jiaxing is also delicate—not as the outside rumors claim, that she's Jiaxing's big boss—she still has vested interests and can't say whether she'll leave first or whether Reba's contract will expire first.

Undoubtedly, Reba herself is fully aware of this.

She's not like Naza, whose heart is so consumed by romance that she just throws caution to the wind and goes all-in.

Only because Tang Ren let her go so easily did Naza avoid getting peeled alive.

What a damn fool with dumb luck—by the way, is Cai Yinong even capable?!

Reba couldn't help glancing at her Mi-jie, who also had quite the history with Tang Ren—back then, the drama was massive.

Big Mi Mi: Cai Yinong is actually quite formidable.

After all, she's never forgotten her—ever since the "Immortal III" incident, even while feuding with Yu Zheng, she couldn't stop mentioning her.

She was supposedly writing a post called "Today I Got Bitten by a Dog," yet at least two-thirds of it was ranting about Yang Mi.

This woman holds grudges fiercely!

Too bad, this temper of hers seems completely subdued around Bai Liang—she even showed up at Naza's signing ceremony, smiling the whole time.

All these old and new grudges combined made Big Mi Mi, who had already decided not to meddle in Reba and Naza's affairs, suddenly develop a rebellious streak.

She was going to help—no question about it!

Sure enough, right after leaving Reba's house, Big Mi Mi called Bai Liang.

The main goal, of course, was to confirm again—she didn't want to build the whole stage only to find no one would perform.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

At this hour, who it was didn't even need guessing.

Big Mi Mi, however, didn't get angry or anything—she just couldn't help, out of some strange impulse, ask: "Smell anything?"

"Huh? What?"

"Nothing. I just wondered if you smelled lamb skewers."

Bai Liang:???

At first glance, this sounded like some kind of secret code—but he and Big Mi Mi had never agreed on any code.

Originally, this sister had wanted to set up a code with him; after all, the big sister was so thoughtful, saying things like, "What if there's a girl around you?"—clearly thinking of his best interests.

But Bai Da had never feared such things—he'd just said, "No problem, sis, just be yourself."

Yet because he said that, Big Mi Mi became even less casual—whether texting or calling, outside of face-to-face meetings, her tone and wording were always formal, her intimacy strictly contained within set limits.

So this wasn't the first time Big Mi Mi had called Bai Liang and found someone else with him.

She had heard even more intense things before.

After thinking for a few seconds, Bai Liang ultimately decided to speak plainly: "I don't smell any mutton."

"All set~"

After the call ended, the one clinging to Bai Liang like a koala finally stopped wriggling her mouth against his Adam's apple and asked curiously, "What mutton smell? Did someone invite you for barbecue?"

"I feel like it sounded a bit like an insult."

"Huh? Insulting you?"

"Maybe it was insulting you? Do you smell like mutton?"

Hearing this, Zha didn't get angry at all—she was perfect; how could she have such strange odors?

If anyone smelled like that, it would be her hairy little hometown buddy!

With so much hair, he must stink up the place~

In the art of mutual insults, the two had achieved a telepathic connection across distance.