The jinx was quite agile, twisting his head like a snake and delivering a knee strike: "We don't need your meddling. Find a match for her!"

Meng Chijian didn't have many moves. He relied on brute force to overcome all skills. In a fight, a strong person can do whatever they want. He grabbed the flying leg, twisted it, and threw it to the ground.

Ah Mian brushed the dirt off her clothes, feeling as if the scene before her was like a puppy that had just been weaned running into a pack of wolves, baring its teeth, only to be grabbed and brutally beaten by the alpha wolf...

“We are Xiaojing’s family. You are an outsider, nameless, jobless, and without any status. If you truly care about Xiaojing, then stop bothering her.” She gestured for Meng Chijian to release him, walked up to him, and said, “I know you helped Xiaojing before, and you also had a share in the money she spent on the academy. I will help you pay it back first…”

"Who wants your money?"

Meng Chijian said irritably, "What can you give Xiao Jing? If we really mistreat Xiao Jing as you say, have you considered Xiao Jing's situation when you provoke us like this? Won't we take our anger out on her? I can let other things go, but you're too stupid. Go back."

When they got home, A-Mian told Xiao-Jing about it, but Xiao-Jing didn't say a word.

"Anyway, when we left, he was still lying on the ground, not moving at all."

Meng Jing said, "I...I want to wait two years before getting engaged."

"Think it over and tell your mother. But don't regret it later, because all the good ones will have already been taken."

“…Hmm.” Meng Jing lowered her head. “Sigh, at first, I saw him being ostracized by the other children in the village, and it was…heartbreaking.”

That evening, A-Mian and Meng Chijian remarked, "It seems like you all like picking up stray dogs and such outside."

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"But don't you think that of all the people we saw today, only that jinx was somewhat good-looking?"

Meng Chijian narrowed his eyes: "You noticed that too? You also feel sorry for him?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ah Mian was grabbed by the waist. The man's deep voice floated above her head. Ah Mian had nowhere to escape, so she could only wrap her arms around his back and coax him softly.

The result was that it was completely useless; it was dismembered and swallowed, and even its fingers lost their strength.

The next day, A-Mian, supporting her lower back, held the calligraphy brush with a slight tremor in her hand, the ink penetrating the paper:

Ah Mian's third rule for choosing a man: Don't choose someone petty!