(Era Setting, Marriage Substitution, First Marriage Then Love, Ruthless Against Villains) After a car accident, Xia Yuhuan wakes up and realizes she has transmigrated into a novel set in the 1970s....
Chapter 112 She was like a fairy who descended from the sky.
Xia Yuhuan's fierce expression frightened the two little ones, who huddled up like quails, staring at her with wide, terrified eyes, not daring to utter a sound.
"I'm asking you two questions, are you both mute? Hurry up and speak." Xia Yuhuan urged them when she saw that the two of them were just staring at her without saying a word.
Just then, the parents of the two children called for dinner and came over. When they saw Xia Yuhuan grabbing the two children by the collar, they were furious.
"Hey, what are you doing grabbing my child? Trying to bully a younger child?"
"What did my child do to you? How could you, an adult, try to harm a child? That's outrageous!"
The two rushed forward, snatched the child away, and reached out to push Xia Yuhuan.
Adhering to the principle of never suffering a loss, Xia Yuhuan took the initiative to back down and returned the child to them.
“I didn’t mean to hurt them, I just wanted to ask them where my child is.”
“I heard them say that someone was bullying my child, and I stopped them in a moment of panic. I didn’t even touch them. You can ask them if you don’t believe me.”
Upon hearing this, the two parents quickly looked down and asked their children.
Did she hit you?
"Did it hurt? If she hit you, tell Mom, and Mom will stand up for you."
The two children wanted to cry and lie, saying that Xia Yuhuan had hit them.
But when they looked up and saw Xia Yuhuan staring at them with icy eyes, they immediately cowered and dared not say anything or spread rumors.
So the two of them shook their heads at the same time and said in unison, "They didn't hit us."
Seeing that the two children said this, the two parents finally gave up.
"Hmph, you're smart enough not to lay a hand on a child, otherwise I would have killed you."
"Let's go home for dinner."
The two parents then prepared to take the two children away.
Xia Yuhuan stopped them and asked, "Kids, tell me, where is that 'Erpang' bullying people? I have some candy here. If you tell me, I'll give you candy."
She had casually put this candy in her pocket earlier, intending to use it to coax He Xiaojie, but now it unexpectedly came in handy.
The two little kids' eyes lit up when they saw the candy, and it was White Rabbit milk candy at that.
They both pointed in the same direction: "It's right there, not far. Just walk over there, turn the corner of that house and you'll see it."
After saying that, he stared longingly at the candy in Xia Yuhuan's hand.
Xia Yuhuan got the answer she wanted, and without being stingy with the candy in her hand, she casually stuffed it into the hands of the two children, and then ran in the direction they pointed.
The two kids weren't lying. Xia Yuhuan followed their directions and immediately saw He Xiaojie being surrounded and pushed around by several children.
"You stinky mute, how dare you, an unwanted little brat, run around playing?"
"You still dare to oppose us? You're asking for death."
"You stinky mute, I hate just looking at you. You can't even speak properly, so don't ever show your face in front of us again."
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He Xiaojie was pushed and shoved backward until he sat down on the ground.
He chafed his buttocks when he braced himself on the ground, and the grit got into the wound, causing his eyes to fill with tears from the pain.
But the little guy was stubborn. Even though he was bullied so badly, he didn't cry. He pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and stared wide-eyed at the people in front of him who were looking down at him and pointing at him.
He seemed determined to memorize everyone's faces, looking at them with great concentration.
His gaze successfully frightened and angered the children, who immediately shouted menacingly, "You stinking mute, how dare you look at me like that? I'll kill you!"
"You stinking mute, don't look at us like that! Brothers, beat him up..."
The kids talked and simultaneously threw punches at He Xiaojie.
He Xiaojie curled up, her small body huddled in her hands, waiting for the fist to land.
However, to his surprise, he did not feel any pain, but instead heard Erpang and the others howling in pain.
"Ouch, that hurts."
"Waaaaah, my hand is bleeding?"
"Who do you think you are, you bastard? Why are you meddling in other people's business!"
Upon hearing this, He Xiaojie suddenly opened her eyes.
He saw Xia Yuhuan standing in front of him.
She stood against the light, the sunlight shining on her, giving her a soft halo.
In He Xiaojie's eyes, she was like a fairy who had descended from the sky to save him, and she was full of light.
Xia Yuhuan crouched down and asked He Xiaojie anxiously, "Xiaojie, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere? Does it hurt?"
Seeing her nervous expression, He Xiaojie, who had been cowering and holding back tears, suddenly felt a desire to confide in her.
He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, so he simply stretched out his hands and presented them to Xia Yuhuan.
Xia Yuhuan felt a pang of heartache when she saw his calloused palms.
She grasped He Xiaojie's hand and examined it carefully. "There are a few wounds that are deeper, with grit embedded in them. We'll have to go back and pick them out."
Seeing the little guy looking at her with teary eyes, Xia Yuhuan's heart softened terribly.
She leaned closer and gently blew on He Xiaojie's palm. "Let me blow on it to relieve the pain, okay?"
Although Xia Yuhuan knew that breathing could not relieve the pain, sometimes, psychological comfort was a way to improve one's mood.
He Xiaojie looked at her quietly, nodded gently, and appeared obedient.
He was so obedient that he didn't cry even though his eyes were brimming with tears.
After calming He Xiaojie down, Xia Yuhuan stood up and looked at the few crying little kids.
"What are your names? Why are you bullying Xiao Jie?" Xia Yuhuan asked, looking at the kids.
The three little brats who had bullied He Xiaojie were now terrified, after all, Xia Yuhuan had just abandoned them without regard for her status as an adult or any sense of martial ethics.
Although they were the king of the kids, bullying other children, they weren't stupid. They knew the principle of picking on the weak and bullying the strong.
“I…we didn’t bully him, we were just playing with him,” one of the children stammered.
“That’s right, we were just playing with him, we didn’t bully him!” The other two children nodded in agreement.
"Do you think I'm blind? You can't see anything? If you hadn't bullied him, would he have fallen down? Would his hands have gotten scraped?" Xia Yuhuan said fiercely.
"Quickly state your names, or I'll not punish you, but I'll find your parents. I want to see which parents are so ill-mannered that they've raised such bad kids."
When Xia Yuhuan said she was going to call their parents, the kids were terrified. They all fell silent, looked at each other, and then, as if they had agreed beforehand, scattered in all directions.
They ran fast, and Xia Yuhuan was worried about He Xiaojie, so she didn't chase after them.
To avoid the children tripping and falling during the chase, and then being blamed on her.
Seeing that they had run away, Xia Yuhuan pulled He Xiaojie home with her.
After returning home, Xia Yuhuan found the first-aid kit.
"Bear with it, it will hurt a little when we clean the wound," Xia Yuhuan said.
He Xiaojie nodded obediently.
He Xiaojie flinched as he poured the disinfectant on.
Xia Yuhuan looked up at him, but he didn't move again.
"If it hurts a lot, you can cry it out; it will make you feel better."
During this period, Xia Yuhuan would try to coax He Xiaojie into talking at various times.
But so far, there has been no effect, and He Xiaojie still cannot speak.
Seeing that He Xiaojie was not cooperating, Xia Yuhuan was not angry. She continued to treat his wounds, and every now and then she would breathe on them. Her attitude was serious, meticulous and extremely focused.
He Xiaojie stared at her blankly, lost in thought.