Chapter 20 Scared to Death
When Su Xiangwan said "cutting someone's neck", she even made a chopping motion with her hand.
Cai Baogen, whose attention had been drawn to her words, shuddered when he saw the "bloodthirsty" smile on her face.
He understood!
He finally understood!
Why is this tall, muscular guy in front of me so submissive to his wife?
If it were him, and he woke up in the middle of the night to find his wife standing next to his pillow, holding a gleaming knife, he would probably be scared to death.
Just as she was thinking this, she saw Gu Yanxiao looking at Su Xiangwan with a "little man" expression, his voice aggrieved: "Wife, don't worry, I will never hit you again. Please don't sharpen the knife by my pillow in the middle of the night anymore, okay? You have no idea how scared I was when I woke up that day and saw you holding a knife to my neck."
As he spoke, he didn't forget to roll up his sleeve and show everyone the scar on his arm.
"If I hadn't used my arm to block it at the crucial moment, it would have been my neck that was injured that time."
Cai Baogen still harbored some doubts, but after seeing the hideous scar on Gu Yanxiao's arm...
All doubts vanished completely.
Now, let alone instigating Gu Yanxiao to beat his wife, he didn't even dare to glance at Su Xiangwan.
He was terrified that he might accidentally provoke Su Xiangwan and get stabbed with a knife.
Su Xiangwan hadn't expected Gu Yanxiao to be so cooperative.
As for the scar on his hand, it was from an earlier battle with the enemy.
I never expected it would come in such a useful way.
Seeing Cai Baogen's instantly subdued appearance, she glanced meaningfully at Li Jinhua sitting next to him and said, "Don't think that just because you're a man you can bully the weak, or that we women can be beaten and scolded by you at will. Even tigers have their moments of weakness!"
"Don't you ever fall asleep? When the time comes, we'll just cut you down and see if your necks are harder or our knives are sharper!"
Cai Baogen's hand trembled as he picked up the pickled vegetables, and a piece of pickled radish fell to the ground.
Li Jinhua listened intently to Su Xiangwan's words, then turned to look at Cai Baogen, whose face was ashen and contemplative.
Su Xiangwan didn't say anything more, but focused on eating her steamed bun.
With no annoying flies buzzing around her, she could finally enjoy her meal in peace.
On the other side of the partition, Gu's parents and Gu Yanfei were trying not to laugh.
At this point, they all understood why Su Xiangwan had pulled this stunt.
It's rare to see Gu Yanxiao, who is usually so serious and rigid, actually putting on such a show with Su Xiangwan.
It certainly broadened their horizons.
The green trains of that era were really slow, and passengers did nothing but eat and sleep.
When Su Xiangwan woke up, she felt uncomfortable all over.
As she was listlessly eating breakfast, she suddenly heard a commotion coming from one end of the carriage.
Several train police officers were also walking around the carriages with tense expressions, clearly looking for something.
However, after searching round and round, they still found nothing.
"What happened?" The middle-aged man on the opposite bunk, named Lu Yuejin, finally couldn't help but ask angrily after being called down again.
"I'm sorry, comrade, a foreign businessman lost something important. The higher-ups have ordered that it must be found. Since it concerns a foreign investor, there's really no way to recover it. Please bear with us."
Upon hearing that it involved foreign investors, Lu Yuejin was taken aback but could only suppress his anger and let the train police search for him.
"What did the foreign investors lose?" he asked.
Hearing his question, the train police officer gave a wry smile: "Not many people can understand what the foreign investors are saying. The person in charge of translating is our train conductor, and he can only understand a little bit. He can't speak clearly either, he just says it's a black thing."
Just then, the train's announcement came over the loudspeaker again: "Dear passengers, is there anyone who speaks English? There are foreign guests on board who urgently need an English-speaking passenger to translate. If you are, please contact our train attendant..."
The announcement was broadcast three times in a row.
Listening to the noisy sounds on the radio, Su Xiangwan frowned, as if thinking of something.
However, at that moment, a commotion broke out.
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw several train police officers escorting two blond, blue-eyed foreigners as they walked toward them.
The two foreigners were talking non-stop as they walked, but unfortunately, the train conductor could only understand a little of what they were saying.
Seeing the train conductor's confused look, the foreigner became even more anxious, and his chatter grew even more urgent.
Just then, a clear, melodious voice rang out, speaking in their most familiar language: "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Anthony, who was filled with anxiety, heard the familiar English and looked at Su Xiangwan's beautiful face. He breathed a long sigh of relief: "Oh God, you must be the angel sent by God to save me."
The passengers and police officers standing nearby stared wide-eyed in disbelief as they heard Su Xiangwan speaking fluent English and conversing with Anthony and the others without any difficulty.
Especially Su Xiangwan's spoken language; if you didn't see her Asian appearance, you would almost think she was a complete foreigner.
While they were still in a daze, Su Xiangwan had already figured out the reason and turned to the train conductor to ask, "Could you please provide me with some blank paper and pencils?"
The train conductor quickly recovered and said enthusiastically, "Yes, of course."
Su Xiangwan nodded, looked at the passengers around her, and said, "I need a quiet carriage."
"Yes, it's carriage number eight where these foreign investors are traveling."
The train conductor quickly led Su Xiangwan and the others to carriage number eight.
Gu Yanxiao nodded to his father and the others to reassure them, and then followed them.
Inside carriage number eight, Su Xiangwan sat at the table, drawing with a pencil, occasionally asking Anthony and the others in English what the lost items looked like.
Soon, she perfectly copied the image of the lost machine onto the paper.
Anthony stared at the lifelike portrait, repeatedly exclaiming "Oh my God!"
He gave Su Xiangwan a thumbs up and said, "You are truly an angel sent by God to save me!"
Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Su, can you draw portraits?"
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