Chapter 37 A single hand encircled it

Lu Tinglan was grabbed by the collar, revealing a section of the man's slender neck. He had been in poor health since childhood, and his body exuded a faint yet bitter medicinal fragrance. His eyes were filled with undisguised disgust.

The man in front of me looked fierce and menacing, with single eyelids and a large white part of his eyes, and a hideous scar on the side of his cheek. He looked like a good-for-nothing hoodlum.

Because it had just rained, a lot of rainwater had accumulated on the ground, and mud and withered flower branches were piled up next to the trash can, with an unknown sewage pooling around.

Cong Chun remembered that Lu Tinglan had given him a hat when he was at the Duan family's house.

Later, Cong Chun carefully cleaned the hat and put it away in the wardrobe.

Cong Chun had worked in the fields a lot since he was a child, so he wasn't afraid of the sun. Moreover, Lu Tinglan was a friend of the young master, so Cong Chun naturally couldn't stand idly by.

The scarred man held onto Lu Tinglan's collar tightly, refusing to let go, his veins bulging on his entire arm.

His face was contorted with a fierce and menacing expression, and his tone was aggressive.

"You pretty boy, so what if I accidentally scratched your car?"

"You want me to pay 200,000 for such a small scratch? You're crazy."

"I have no money, but you can take my life."

"Before I die, I'll kill you, you pretty boy, first."

Cong Chun heard these words as soon as he arrived. The scarred man was completely unreasonable, with a body full of muscular muscles that looked quite exaggerated.

By now, a number of people who had just come from the flower market had gathered around the car.

Everyone was watching the spectacle, but no one dared to step forward.

Lu Tinglan's black shirt, which had been ironed perfectly, was now showing wrinkles.

The man looked rather grim; he was in a conflict with these thugs who had absolutely no sense of reason.

Lu Tinglan's once meticulously styled hair now fell messily across her forehead.

My collar was being pulled tightly, and the pulling force on my neck made my throat itch.

Lu Tinglan couldn't help but turn her head and cough a few times, her face flushed slightly.

There were also specks of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, which looked rather frightening.

The scarred man's eyes flashed, and the next second he raised his fist fiercely, veins bulging, ready to strike Lu Tinglan's face.

The next instant, a fair arm caught the scarred man's wrist, which was poised to strike, with considerable force.

The scarred man couldn't break free from the slender Cong Chun in front of him, and his face turned ashen.

"You little rascal, where did you come from?"

"Get the hell out of my way right now."

Cong Chun showed no mercy, twisting the other person's hand behind their back.

Immediately, the scarred man let out a shrill scream.

Cong Chun released his grip and looked at him coldly.

Cong Chun would intervene if anyone was bullied, except for the bad guys.

The next second, suddenly a group of people came rushing in, several of them being managers from the flower market.

The managers were all strong, grown men, and the scarred man panicked when he saw them.

The scarred man glared fiercely at Cong Chun, who was meddling in other people's business, and then quickly mounted the little ghost fire with one hand and ran away.

Unwilling to be outdone, Cong Chun glared back fiercely with a defiant expression.

Lu Tinglan, who was standing to the side, looked a little pale and was somewhat surprised to see Cong Chun appear.

The man exuded a calm and cool pine and cypress scent, mixed with a hint of bitter licorice. His tone was gentle, and he unconsciously wrapped his arm around Cong Chun's.

"Luckily I ran into you today, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

Cong Chun touched the back of his neck sheepishly; in truth, he hadn't been of much help.

"It's fine."

The incident occurred because the scarred man, riding a modified motorcycle, accidentally slashed Lu Tinglan's Maybach, leaving a large gash.

The scarred man originally thought that the owner of the Maybach wouldn't care about his compensation.

Unexpectedly, after Lu Tinglan got out of the car, he said that according to the lowest damage assessment, it would cost at least 200,000 yuan.

When it came to investigating his mistakes, the scarred man's true colors were revealed.

A hint of gloom flashed in Lu Tinglan's eyes, but he didn't show it.

The man exuded a calm and dignified air, and the managers here couldn't help but bow and scrape when they saw him. Clearly, they all recognized Lu Tinglan, the eldest young master of the Lu family who had just returned from abroad.

Immediately afterwards, the man in front of her spoke again, his long, narrow eyes falling on Cong Chun's face.

This was a face that surprised Lu Tinglan. It wasn't a face that would immediately amaze you, but if you stared at it intently for a few seconds, you would find yourself involuntarily captivated by it.

Lu Tinglan's voice was somewhat hoarse, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

"If I remember correctly, your name is Cong Chun, right?"

"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to invite you out for a meal."

"To express my gratitude."

The Lu Tinglan in front of me looks like a gentleman and gentle, he is simply the perfect husband in everyone's mind.

Cong Chun pondered for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that it was just a small matter and that he would have taken action for anyone.

Lu Tinglan said she wouldn't force him, but the man's expression showed a slight disappointment.

A moment later, after Cong Chun left, he went to the warehouse to check on the flower seedlings, and the people who had been watching the commotion dispersed.

The Maybach's wheels slowly moved and stopped in an inconspicuous little corner not far away.

The light rain began to fall again, disappearing into the dark ground and leaving only a damp residue.

The car window slowly rolled down.

A pair of sickly pale hands were revealed, with faint blue veins on the back of the hands. A cigarette was held between long, strong fingers, and white smoke slowly rose up before being dispersed by a gentle breeze.

The man inside the car took a deep breath, then relaxed completely, leaned back in his seat, squinted his eyes, and a faint look of pleasure appeared in them.

A series of hurried footsteps could be heard in the rain.

Inside the car, Lu Tinglan easily stubbed out his cigarette, raised an eyelid, and praised her generously.

"Well done."

A heavy stack of banknotes was handed out of the car window and landed in the scarred man's rough hands.

Raindrops fell on the banknotes, making their color even darker.

The scarred man's eyes gleamed when he saw the banknotes in his hand. Then he weighed the banknotes in his hand and felt that they were much heavier than originally agreed.

The scarred man bowed and fawned over the man inside the car.

"If Young Master Lu still does such a thing."

"You must contact me, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Then, the scarred man's tone became hesitant and reluctant.

"Well...Young Master Lu, didn't you give too much?"

"As we originally agreed..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man inside the car.

Lu Tinglan chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying.

He then suppressed his smile and spoke in a nonchalant tone, though the end of his voice was somewhat cold.

"He's very strong."

"The extra amount will be given to you as compensation for medical expenses."

Upon hearing this, the scarred man grinned widely and quickly thanked the man.

Lu Tinglan didn't bother to look at the scarred man's face. He was just a low-class person who could get anyone to do anything for him for a little money. He was quite cost-effective.

The sound of footsteps in the rain gradually faded away.

The man inside the car sighed softly, seemingly puzzled.

"She's just too thin; one arm can easily encircle her."