Of course, this is just Yeqiu’s own assumption; ever since he arrived, many eyes have secretly turned towards him. At this moment, as he takes his seat, a woman with mesmerizing charm approaches him, swaying her hips.
“Handsome, would you like a drink?”
Yeqiu lowers his head to look at the woman who propositioned him, then turns and walks away, stating, “No thanks.”
Cen Chen, witnessing this, feels uncomfortable, questioning his own reaction. Why is he so focused on a mere passerby, just because she looks good?
The more he sees people gathered around her, the more irritated he becomes. He decides that since it’s getting late, it’s better to go home and get some sleep.
At the corner, Yeqiu is suddenly bumped into by someone coming straight toward him. “Sorry.”
“Excuse me.”
The author has something to say: Let me see who is going to watch the Spring Festival while writing today~ It’s me~ Then all is good~ (Updating at dawn is really tough~ Again, I’ll set a flag: updates will be on time at ten every day.) It’s nice to have some little red flowers~
~On New Year’s Eve~ I wish everyone~
With tiger’s spirit soaring high~ Tiger’s energy brimming~
Tiger leaps and bounds~ Striking fear with prowess~
Chapter 39: Scamming Men in Gaming Narratives
Cen Chen was drawn in by the commotion in the corner.
“Honey, my parents are sick and I also need to send Little Bao to school. I really cannot take care of everything by myself. Can you please come home for a bit?” A woman in shabby clothes clings to the man’s arm, crying.
The woman’s attire is shabby, but the man she clings to is not ordinary; the watch on his wrist alone costs tens of thousands. Standing together, it’s hard to recognize them as a family.
“Do you think I owe you something? You dare to come find me now?” The man sneers.
He slaps her.
“Smack!”
“No, honey, I really can’t!” The woman’s hair is yanked to the floor, her frail body struggling to get up.
Cen Chen doesn’t care about the earlier collision; he steps forward to help the woman up from the ground, “What kind of skill is it to bully a woman?”
“What’s the matter? Are you also her villain? So eager to come out and speak for this cheap woman? You’re meddling!” The man curses as he approaches.
A drunk man has excessive strength; with adrenaline spiking, he disregards the pain. Under normal circumstances, Cen Chen would have an eighty percent chance of stopping an adult male, but now…
Cen Chen struggles to stay steady as he is pushed, and when the man raises his fist to attack, he can only closely shield the woman.
“Ahhhhh!”
The anticipated blow never lands; instead, a scream comes from the drunken man.
Cen Chen looks up in surprise and realizes it’s the man he was just discussing with He Yebai!
In the dim lighting, the distance is close, and the atmosphere is inexplicably intimate.
Cen Chen, taken aback, steps back and awkwardly uses Yeqiu for balance, lost in his thoughts.
Yeqiu half-embraces Cen Chen with one arm while firmly gripping the man’s hand with the other, pushing him back violently, causing him to crash to the ground.
“What’s wrong with saying the truth? A woman who only asks for money at home every day dares to have someone beat me? You two, watch how I deal with this outside!” Even lying on the ground, the man cannot hold back his threats.
Yeqiu frowns, “If you yell again, believe that I will hit you!”
“You can’t silence me, you adulterer! I’ll say what I want!”
He grabs the man by the collar, landing a punch in his stomach, then repeatedly strikes him as the latter curls up in pain, unable to speak.
They stand in an open corner; although it’s somewhat hidden, the man’s cries are too loud, causing passersby to stop in shock at the scene.
Yeqiu notices the onlookers and shouts, “Bastard! You got my sister pregnant and then denied her, calling her a mistress at the bar. And now you dare to abuse my sister? Watch how I deal with you today!”
Those initially intending to break up the fight realize the situation after hearing Yeqiu’s words and seeing the shabby woman, turning to cast scornful glances at the man lying on the ground.
A man who appears respectable but secretly beats women.
“No, no, it’s not how he says! They teamed up against me! Quick, call the police! I want to report this!”
“Just wait!”
A passerby snorts in disdain. In the man’s hopeful gaze, he walks away and then returns carrying a sign that says [Road Under Maintenance], thoughtfully reminding, “The server won’t come in ten minutes. Hurry up.”
The man’s face turns ashen as he stares at the group, sweat pouring down his face.
Leaning against the wall and clutching his stomach, he stammers, “What exactly do you want? We don’t know each other. Isn’t it inappropriate to do this over a woman?”
Yeqiu looks up and blinks at Cen Chen, who nods and steps forward to help the woman.
“Are you okay? What do you want to say?” he asks the woman.
Steadying herself, the woman hesitates while looking at the man on the ground. “I just want a bit of living expenses. We can barely afford food at home, and my parents’ medical bills are due.”
The man, looking grim, fiddles with his phone, taking a long time to make a decision. As he watches Yeqiu walk toward him, he nervously picks up the phone to transfer money.
“Wait, wait, I’ll go, I’ll go. Today, I’ll hire a caregiver, and provide you with ten thousand a month, not just two months worth.”
“Look, the transfer record. Is this good enough?”
After sweating profusely transferring living expenses for half a year, he shows both of them the payment screen, worried he might pull a fast one. Cen Chen carefully checks the woman’s phone to ensure that the transfer notes specify living expenses and medical fees non-refundable before letting them leave.
The man, beaten and unable to rise from the floor, hears the two of them rush out, as if ghosts are chasing after them.
Having sent the woman off, the atmosphere suddenly becomes quiet.
“That scumbag, I should have hit him a few more times!”
Cen Chen can’t help but laugh at Yeqiu’s childish words, finding his feelings for him unexpectedly growing.
He appears unreliable, yet inside, he’s just a big boy.
Yeqiu looks at Cen Chen and softly asks, “Are you hurt? Should I take you to the hospital?”
Cen Chen waves his hand, “No, no.”
Cen Chen’s gaze meets Yeqiu’s eyes, “I… I’ll head off first.”