I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 18

Two cart pullers collided, and with a clatter, their wood scattered all over the ground. The two of them, however, hugged each other comically, not daring to let out a peep.
A young woman who was picking out a hair flower nearby let go in her terror. The flower fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and landed at the edge of Jiang Xidai’s skirt.
She covered her mouth, subconsciously shielding a small child hidden behind her.
The hair flower slowly flew up and landed back in Jiang Xidai’s hand.
Yan Huirou looked around at the crowd in confusion. They were terrified and numb, their faces pale, yet they didn’t dare to run away, only standing frozen in place like wooden stakes. It was like a wolf had entered a sheep pen.
“Sect Master Jiang,” Yan Huirou gently tugged on Jiang Xidai’s sleeve. “This won’t do. Let’s move on. I see… there’s an inn over there.”
Jiang Xidai toyed with the flower for a moment out of boredom, then casually tossed it back. The flower flew to the woman’s arm, but she didn’t move to catch it, letting it fall to the ground again.
“Mm.”
She started walking towards the inn first. The crowd stirred for a moment, then spontaneously parted to create a wide path for her.
Suddenly, a sharp child’s voice rang out, “Demoness, when are you going to die!”
A small pebble was thrown, but it missed, hitting the ground directly.
Jiang Xidai’s steps paused, and she followed the sound. The child was the one hiding behind the woman from earlier, with half of his head peeking out. But soon, he was pulled up by his terrified mother, who covered his mouth.
The woman knelt in her direction, crying her eyes out. “My child doesn’t know any better, you… you…” She lowered her head, holding her breath, and watched with trembling as the shadow leaned over, blocking the sunlight.
In just an instant, before Yan Huirou could say anything, the child was already in Jiang Xidai’s hands.
Jiang Xidai effortlessly lifted the child by his collar, pulling him off the ground. She watched the little thing flail his arms and legs like a drowning lamb. Her hand covered him, her nails digging into his neck, as if she could kill him with a single squeeze at any moment.
“Is that so.”
That voice was beautiful and frivolous. “The demoness can’t die, but maybe you will. Hmm?”
The child was stunned for a moment, initially confused at first, but after feeling death approach, he immediately burst into tears. “…I, I didn’t say it, I just heard it, everyone says so… the adults said it… don’t kill me!!! Waaah!”
His small hand pointed desperately into the crowd. Wherever he pointed, the people there would shrink their necks like quails, terrified of being pointed at.
The sound of kowtowing echoed on the ground. The woman kneeling on the ground was also sobbing uncontrollably. “Please, I beg you…” From the excessive force, her forehead was broken, and a visible patch of red stained the ground.
Yan Huirou took a few steps in that direction. In her anxiety, she reached out and grabbed the woman’s shoulder to prevent her from knocking herself to death on the ground.
Yan Huirou looked up at Jiang Xidai. Those eyes were staring at the child’s tear-streaked face, still cold. The emotions swirling beneath were not of anger.
It was more like she was used to it, tired of hearing it. The anger had burned away, and the old matter, brought up thousands of times, had left only the embers of weariness and fatigue.
“Sect Master Jiang… I’m hungry. Let’s not linger here. Alright?”
Yan Huirou held onto the woman, not letting go. She couldn’t bear it, so she spoke cautiously.
After a dead silence.
Jiang Xidai let go without any interest.
The child was thrown back into the crowd, landing limply on the ground, seemingly having fainted from fear.
The child’s mother practically pounced on him, holding him in her arms, crying her heart out.
Yan Huirou let out a sigh of relief in her heart. She took Jiang Xidai’s hand and pulled her away, turning to leave quickly.
Behind them, the sound of the woman’s crying and the low murmurs of the crowd, who were angry but dared not speak out, all started up again after Jiang Xidai turned away. It was as if a high wall had been erected, blending into the noisy background.
Yan Huirou looked back and saw the edge of an umbrella. Under the umbrella, a pair of red lips were slightly curved, exceptionally beautiful, but it didn’t seem to be out of happiness.
Yan Huirou’s pace slowed slightly. She felt the hand in her palm was a little cold, like a piece of jade that had been held many times.
She gently scratched Jiang Xidai’s palm.
The woman seemed to have just noticed this and immediately pulled her hand away, her beautiful brows furrowed.
“I think we’re here.” Yan Huirou smiled. “This inn, is it alright?”
Such a large inn, surely it wouldn’t be scared away by Jiang Xidai like a steamed bun stall—the monk can run, but the temple can’t—but to Yan Huirou’s surprise, two waiters did abandon the inn and run for their lives, leaving only a trembling shopkeeper cowering in a corner, half-limp.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to run; he was just too old to run anymore.
“What do you have to eat in the shop?” Yan Huirou asked.
The shopkeeper stammered, “…We have… noodles… vegetables…” His gaze was fixed on Jiang Xidai, his face pale, trembling as he barely maintained his composure.
Yan Huirou said apologetically, “…Then please, two bowls of plain noodles.”
“Alright, alright.” The shopkeeper was very much like a quail.
Jiang Xidai had already sat down on her own. She held a cup of hot tea and took a sip, seemingly finding it not to her liking. Her gaze swept over. “Is there any wine?”
The shopkeeper immediately stood up straight and said loudly in a panic, “Yes, yes, we have it all. Whatever you want!” He hurriedly went to fetch it, not even having time to make the noodles, terrified of neglecting this ancestor.
Jiang Xidai put down her teacup and picked up a wine cup. Her little finger was slightly raised as she took small sips, drinking with a listless air. A strand of hair fell by her temple, making her look a little more gentle.
Yan Huirou said, “Your wound hasn’t healed yet. You shouldn’t drink alcohol. It will hurt.”
After a while, two bowls of noodles were also served. Yan Huirou pushed one of them over. “You should eat something too.”
Jiang Xidai said, “I don’t need to.”
Yan Huirou got up and said something to the shopkeeper. Jiang Xidai paid her no mind, only taking small sips of her wine. But just as she was about to refill her cup, it was taken away by someone.
Then, another bowl was pushed in front of her.
A hazy steam mixed with a sweet fragrance rose up.
Through the hazy steam, a pair of smiling eyes behind it seemed to brighten up the room.
“Sweet rice balls in fermented rice wine. It’s sweet, with a hint of wine, but it’s better for you.”
Yan Huirou said, “…Try it. I think the Sect Master will like it.”
Jiang Xidai had no intention of paying her any mind, but Yan Huirou didn’t pay her any mind either, burying her head and starting to eat her noodles. She was indeed a little hungry and ate in large mouthfuls. For a moment, it made Jiang Xidai’s indifference seem very unnecessary.
Jiang Xidai propped up her chin and looked at the bowl of rice balls for a long time. She slowly reached out her hand and stirred the small rice balls in the bowl with a spoon, as if she had no intention of drinking it, just for amusement.
The porcelain clashed against the porcelain, making a faint clinking sound.
After stirring for a long time out of boredom, she took a sip. The sweet taste bloomed on the tip of her tongue. It wasn’t as strong as wine, nor as elegant as tea.
“Something for children to drink.”
Yan Huirou’s mouth, which was slurping noodles, paused. She said muffledly, “That’s not true. Generally speaking, the tastes you have as a child don’t change when you grow up. I remember, I also loved sweets when I was little.”
Jiang Xidai couldn’t help but take another spoonful. She said, “You had a childhood?”
Yan Huirou said in surprise, “What did the Sect Master think? How else did I grow to be this big?”
“Are you very big?” The woman opposite her seemed to have a faint curve to her lips, as if she wanted to mock her for this statement. “Among cultivators, you probably don’t even count as a fraction. Little girl.”
Yan Huirou suddenly stopped talking. She looked at her, and after a long moment, her eyes slowly curved. “Sect Master Jiang.”
Jiang Xidai raised her eyelashes.
“You look very beautiful when you smile like this.”
“…”
After a moment of silence.
“What’s the use of being beautiful? Will it make people like me?”
Jiang Xidai unexpectedly didn’t scold her for being nosy. Perhaps the sweetness in her mouth had put her in a better mood. The few small cups she had drunk before the sweet rice balls had already tinged the corners of her eyes with a faint red.
“When you can’t protect yourself, you should understand that beauty, treasures, anything that attracts people, will mostly bring disaster, and you won’t receive any pity for it.”
Yan Huirou’s brow fell. She looked at the curve of her lips, and her heart suddenly twinged.
She couldn’t continue this topic.
“Then you don’t have to smile. I’ve said this before. I just hope you can be a little happier. No matter what others think—the things people say here are very unpleasant, and they don’t know the whole story. Don’t take it to heart.” Yan Huirou frowned and took another big slurp of noodles. “Mm. Not everyone will think so.”
“Not everyone?” The woman smiled, her beauty becoming even more radiant. She uttered two words, “Demoness?”
“Or a sinner who should have died long ago?”
“A demon lord who digs out children’s hearts to practice her skills, a slut who seduces women because no man dares to have her, a monster who drinks human blood and dismembers people alive, maybe even something more unpleasant.” Jiang Xidai said lightly, “I don’t remember.”
Yan Huirou was stunned for a moment and couldn’t help but interrupt her, “They won’t, surely not everyone—”
“Then why,” the woman smiled lightly, as if mocking her, “in my entire life, have I never met the group of people you speak of?”
“They just don’t understand you.” Yan Huirou put down her chopsticks and told her seriously.
“Do you understand me very well?” Jiang Xidai’s expression didn’t change.
“Little girl, actually, they’re not wrong. Although I’m not that bad, I’ve never been a good person.”
So as long as you’re not a fool, it’s best to stay away, and not get so close as to annoy her.
“But the Sect Master saved me.” The young girl held the tip of her chopsticks in her mouth and shook her head. “And I can feel that you are not a bad person.”
Jiang Xidai lowered her head, her dark hair falling softly, hiding her expression. She didn’t want to explain any further to this person. Her fingertips pinched the handle of the spoon. The crimson nail polish contrasted beautifully with the white porcelain. It moved slowly, and a series of crisp clinks echoed from the sweet wine bowl.
I wanted to kill you, Yan Huirou.
Jiang Xidai thought to herself.
“Jiang Xidai.”
The girl opposite her boldly called her by her name. She thought for a moment, then showed a focused and gentle expression. “You said you’ve never met such a person, but aren’t I one?”
“At least, I don’t think so.”
Beep! Female Lead Favorability +1
That thing had been silent for a long time. It suddenly made a sound, and Jiang Xidai almost crushed the spoon. She took a sip of the sweet rice balls and felt that this bowl of sweet wine was much more pleasing to the eye than the girl before her—her favorability was added so absurdly and cheaply.
Yan Huirou seemed to be radiating a holy light, determined to illuminate her whether she wanted it or not. Strange, it wasn’t as if she were the reincarnation of the Buddha. She stubbornly believed that she was a good person, and her appearance didn’t seem feigned, as if she really thought so.
Maybe there was something wrong with her eyes, or at worst, her brain wasn’t working properly. But given her taste in liking someone like Li Xinghe—
Thinking of this, Jiang Xidai suddenly felt a little relieved. She should have understood earlier. This kind of gaze had long been foreshadowed.
The sweet rice balls in her mouth were soft and sticky.
Jiang Xidai’s gaze fell on the girl’s curved lips. The touch was also like this. She suddenly felt a little displeased.
The mouth that Yan Huirou will use to kiss that boy in the future—has kissed me.
How disgusting.