Chapter 72 To Cong Chun
The scene was dusty and hot. Duan Mingxiao's face showed a hint of disgust, and his eyes were filled with a blatant ruthlessness as he looked at Yi Longtian.
It's absolutely filthy.
Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, glanced at Duan Mingxiao and raised an eyebrow at him.
The boy then nodded slightly.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Ruhui spoke slowly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.
"That way, even if you get my clothes dirty, I won't bother arguing with you."
"Pay money or go to jail, the choice is yours."
Yi Longtian looked miserable. "Young masters, I have no money."
No money? This man even gives designer bags to other women. Before coming here, Ji Ruhui had thoroughly investigated this man, stripping him bare.
"I think they have plenty of money, but they just won't take it out."
Ji Ruhui stepped on Yi Longtian's hand, the rough sole of her shoe grinding slowly against it, and with the help of the coarse sand on the ground, blood soon appeared.
The screams were incessant and piercing, followed by another kick to the face.
"Shut up."
"I'm just asking you whether you're going to compensate me or not."
"If you don't give it to me, I'll call the police. Sending you to jail for a month won't be a problem."
"Think it through, so you don't regret it later."
Once a criminal record is established, Yi Longtian realized that his wife might actually divorce him for the sake of their son, and only then did the man speak tremblingly.
"I'll pay, I'll pay."
That day, Yi Longtian was upset and went to find another woman to relieve his anger. Unexpectedly, he was caught in bed with another woman by his own wife.
The man had several more red scratches on his body, and his face was bruised and swollen.
The Yi family never had a peaceful life after that. Yi Tianci's grades were originally above average, but he couldn't stand the two crazy people in his family arguing every day, smashing pots and pans, and his grades plummeted.
Here, Ji Ruhui weighed the money in her hand; it was only a few thousand yuan.
The boy stepped on Yi Longtianxia's lower body again, and Ji Ruhui's eyes revealed a hint of mischief as she looked him up and down.
"Tsk, smoke less. The branches are already small, be careful they don't shrink away."
He then handed the money to Duan Mingxiao, who stared at the several thousand yuan.
But it was for these few thousand yuan—no, not even that much, just over nine hundred—that Chun Chun hurt his eyes.
That idiot, he usually seems pretty smart, but you can easily drive him crazy.
How come I acted so foolishly about this?
Nine hundred dollars or an eye, can't you tell which is more important? This guy.
Duan Mingxiao recalled the lump on Cong Chun's eye and the bruises on his arm.
The next second, the young master punched Yi Longtian in the face.
"If this happens again, I'll gouge your eyes out and feed them to the dogs."
Duan Mingxiao has many ways of tormenting people.
Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, clicked her tongue in amazement. "Why doesn't A-Can kick people anymore? He's holding back, huh?"
Cong Chun touched the white gauze over his right eye.
The young master told him that day that if he didn't take better care of his eyes, he would go blind.
Cong Chun was frightened when he heard this; he didn't want to go blind.
Cong Chun hasn't started work yet, so she can only ask the store manager for leave. Right now, her eyes are the most important thing.
After finishing breakfast, Duan Mingxiao hadn't returned yet, so Cong Chun took her thermos to the public water dispenser in the dormitory building to get water.
Their dormitory building has two public water dispensers, one of which is located at the corner of the stairs.
Cong Chun walked over and found a tall boy already at the water dispenser.
He obediently followed behind the boy in line.
The next second, the boy in front finished getting his water and turned around. It was someone Cong Chun knew.
Mo Xizhi's eyes darkened for a moment when he saw the white gauze over Cong Chun's eyes.
However, the boy didn't say anything and quickly looked away.
Cong Chun took the initiative to talk to Mo Xizhi. The security guard had mentioned that his grandson was a man of few words, and Cong Chun remembered that.
"Mo Xizhi, you moved in ahead of time too."
Mo Xizhi nodded slightly. His eyebrows and eyes were deep and aloof, and he had a straight nose and thin lips. He had an excellent appearance.
The boy's tone was indifferent, and his aloof demeanor was like snow on a high mountain peak.
"Adapt in advance."
Immediately afterwards, Mo Xizhi reached out his hand to Cong Chun. It was a pair of long, well-defined hands with faint blue veins on the back, like jade soaked in cold water.
Cong Chun didn't react when she saw his actions, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.
Mo Xizhi spoke up again, which was rare for him.
"It's inconvenient for you."
"The hot water is very hot, let me get it for you."
Cong Chun now only has vision in one eye, which is indeed a bit inconvenient.
However, seeing how persistent Mo Xizhi was, Cong Chun was afraid that refusing would embarrass him, so he handed him the water glass with some embarrassment.
Around noon, a bag inexplicably appeared at the dormitory entrance.
Cong Chun initially thought someone had misplaced the bag, but there was a note on it with beautiful and strong handwriting.
The note contained only three simple words.
"To Cong Chun."
Cong Chun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she thought to herself that it was indeed for her.
It contains many things that help reduce eye swelling and promote recovery.
At the corner of the corridor, Mo Xizhi unconsciously curled the corners of his lips into a barely perceptible smile.
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, the summer wind was rustling, the green shade provided shelter, and the soft sunlight filtered through the leaves, leaving only a large patch of golden light on the ground, reflected in the boy's eyes.
In the end, only a faint sentence remained.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
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