Chapter 2 Gouging out eyes is like digging for wild vegetables
Momo's face, which was smaller than his palm, was covered with tears. He pressed her against the banana tree. She was dressed in thin clothes today, and the uneven tree trunk behind her was rubbing against her back, which hurt a little.
But she dared not complain.
"What do you want me to do to let me go?" Momo tried to reason with him.
However, this person doesn't seem to be a very reasonable person. Otherwise, they wouldn't have acted so violently towards me over such a trivial matter.
But now, besides reasoning with him, she has no other good options.
Fu Yungui listened intently and tilted his head to think.
However, he couldn't think of anything that would make him feel better, and since he didn't have much patience, he simply stopped thinking about it after a while.
"How about this, I'll carve a mark on your face that belongs to me, and you'll be my slave for life, at my beck and call." As he spoke, he gestured the location on her cheek.
"Just carve a ten-centimeter-long character for 'cloud' right here, I'm not greedy."
"No...no, you can't." How could you do this? This request is too much.
Which girl could accept having a ten-centimeter-long word carved on her face? Just hearing about it made her cheeks start to hurt, and blood was gushing out.
It's a bit scary.
"Can't?"
Her initial momentum was instantly crushed by his casual question, "You...you choose another one."
"Besides, I'm not Thai, and I'm going back soon. I can't meet your demand to be your slave for life. Find something that can be resolved right now."
Momo's tone grew weaker and weaker; she was willing to humble herself even more, as long as he agreed.
"That's true."
When Momo heard his somewhat relenting tone, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if this person wasn't so difficult to talk to after all.
"Then I'll reluctantly gouge out one eye." Fu Yungui said, touching her eyelashes as he spoke. "Your eyes are quite pretty. Leaving one for me to play with when I'm bored and pass the time seems like a good idea."
As he spoke, he pulled out a small, sharp knife from somewhere, lifted the cap with one hand, and held the tip against the corner of her eye. "Which eye saw first? I'll gouge out that one. That's fair, isn't it?"
“I value fairness the most,” he added.
"..." That's so fair.
Momo was so scared she wanted to cry but couldn't, and quickly closed her eyes.
In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how could anyone describe gouging out someone's eyes as as simple as digging for wild vegetables?
She is now truly filled with regret, regretting that she went astray just because she wanted to cool off for a moment.
"Silence means agreement."
"No, no, no." These conditions are getting more and more outrageous.
Momo shook her head desperately in resistance, but she wouldn't open her eyes. She was afraid that if she did, the sharp knife would pierce her eyes and gouge out her eyeballs.
No, she can't be without eyes. She still has a bright future ahead of her; how can she be without eyes?
"If this won't work, and that won't work either, then I'll just have to slit your throat."
Fu Yungui's hand holding the dagger moved downwards, stopping just two centimeters above her carotid artery.
Momo immediately held her breath, her whole body stiffened, and she dared not move an inch, for fear that she might accidentally poke herself and die.
"Can I agree to the first one?" As a compromise, she felt that if the stalemate continued, he might just take her life the next second.
People often make difficult choices through comparison. If you were asked to choose between braised pork ribs or steamed pork ribs for dinner, you might hesitate for a long time before making a decision. But if you were asked to choose between being in debt by 100 yuan or in debt by 1,000 yuan, you would definitely choose the former quickly.
Momo was thinking this way at that moment. Compared to gouging out her eyes or slitting her throat, having another scar on her face was definitely more worthwhile. After all, what's the point of having a face if you're going to die?
Besides, his promise to be his slave for life is all a matter for later. Once Qi Qi's wedding is over, she'll go straight back in a couple of days and disappear so he won't be able to find her.
To be his slave for this lifetime? Dream on! Maybe in the next life.
Fu Yungui pursed her lips and shook her head, "I gave you a chance just now, but you didn't cherish it."
"Can I cherish this opportunity now? Please give me another chance."
The moment the words left her mouth, they reached her own ears, and even she found it somewhat unbelievable. She was probably the only person in the world who would beg someone to casually scratch her face.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Just as Momo was wondering what to do, Fu Qiyu suddenly ran over from not far away. She hadn't seen Momo for a long time and thought she had gotten lost because she was unfamiliar with the area, so she came out to look for her. Little did she expect to see this scene before her.
Her uncle was choking her best friend, and Momo looked helpless and pitiful like a little white rabbit in his hands, staring at her with pleading eyes.
The wreaths from the plate were scattered everywhere, trampled under his feet, and broken into pieces on the ground.
When Momo saw her friend suddenly appear, it was like seeing her only lifeline. But with his neck being threatened, she couldn't say anything.
Moreover, she dared not say anything, for if she said anything that displeased him, she would probably die even faster.
However, this person turned out to be Qi Qi's uncle. She had never heard Qi Qi mention such a young uncle before.
No wonder, how could such a fierce person be related to such a kind and lovely Qiqi?
"She's my good friend, why are you being so rude? Let go!"
"How should I speak to my elders?"
Is this how your dad always taught you?
Although it was a very ordinary tone, Fu Qiyu could still hear his dissatisfaction and the anger that might burst out at any moment.
He was like a lion ready to attack its prey at any moment; if they weren't careful, he might kill them both.
Fu Qiyu immediately showed weakness, lowered her head and apologized to him, and then slowly spoke again, "Uncle, let go first?"
Fu Yungui glanced at his niece, who was quite sensible. Considering it was her wedding day, he was still giving her face and withdrew his hand from the girl's neck. His hand, which had been bulging with veins, immediately returned to normal. He then leaned against a tree, lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.
"She ruined my mood, she deserves to be punished."
Momo's face was flushed red from his rough pinching. As soon as he let go, she subconsciously took a few deep breaths of fresh air. Because she was breathing too fast, she choked on the air and coughed incessantly. However, she also instantly felt that she was still alive, as if she had barely escaped with her life.
This was the first time in her life she had been treated so roughly by a man. Or rather, it wasn't so much rough treatment as a feeling of having escaped death for a moment.
"Momo, are you alright?" Fu Qiyu quickly went over to ask her. Seeing the redness on her neck and the clear finger marks on her face, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
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