Volume One, Chapter 8: With a Single Brick Strike, the Female Cannon Fodder Lin Yuanyuan Awakens!
“Have you ever thought that a scoundrel like him can’t change his nature? If you don’t deal with him thoroughly, do you really think you can escape next time?” Su Jinxia said coldly, “Or do you actually enjoy this feeling? If so, I won’t interfere and you two can stay here and get cozy!”
She had come originally just to teach Song Jianping a lesson. If Lin Yuanyuan was soft-hearted, then so be it—she wouldn’t stop her from courting disaster! After all she had been through in that place, there was no room left in her heart for pity. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have survived to this day, ready to seek revenge and justice.
Lin Yuanyuan snapped out of her daze, “I don’t want to stay. That man is a beast!”
“He tried to force me into marriage and was about to do something terrible to me just now. If you hadn’t come, I might have been ruined!” She covered her face in anguish, unable to imagine what might have happened.
Song Jianping felt a surge of fear. This woman fought dirty and knew martial arts. Staying meant certain loss. A true hero doesn’t suffer the loss before him—retreat was the best strategy.
As he crawled away, something felt wrong. Suddenly, he turned around and saw them following him.
Lin Yuanyuan was holding a brick firmly, her eyes resolute, as if ready to smash it down.
Su Jinxia wore a half-smile that sent a chill down his spine.
“What are you two trying to do? Assault is illegal! I’ll report you!” he threatened.
“Oh?” Su Jinxia crouched down and grabbed the collar of his shirt.
“Report us for what? Seems like the lesson we gave you wasn’t enough. Let me think—where else should I hit you?”
Cold sweat poured down Song Jianping’s forehead. He gasped for breath, about to speak, when a sharp pain struck his head.
He looked closely—Lin Yuanyuan’s brick was gone. She was now clutching her mouth, terrified.
Su Jinxia glanced at Lin Yuanyuan, surprised at the girl’s boldness to act so decisively so quickly.
“You two!” Song Jianping felt a burning sensation on his face. Touching it, his hand was soaked in blood. Panic widened his eyes as blood ran into them.
His vision blurred, and not far away, he saw a white figure approaching.
Zhao Yue looked down at the man lying on the ground, blood pouring from his head. Two girls stood nearby—one clearly shaken.
“What happened?”
Su Jinxia looked at Zhao Yue who had just appeared suddenly. “How did you get here?”
Zhao Yue explained, “I realized I hadn’t told you which gate to meet at and worried we might get separated. Then I saw you enter the alley, so I followed. What’s going on?”
Su Jinxia’s mind raced, and she pinched her leg hard, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.
“That wound is self-inflicted. He’s trying to frame us!”
“I didn’t do it!” Song Jianping hurriedly denied, knowing that assault charges were serious and could lead to imprisonment.
“It was those two who beat me up! Brother, you have to stand up for me!” he cried.
Lin Yuanyuan, furious, pointed at him. “You dragged me into the alley. You wanted to bully me!”
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