Zhou Wanqiu was like a chick, being pushed around by others, with no ability to fight back and could only be at their mercy.
"That beast Qian Rushan!"
Seeing those grown men bullying a weak woman, Zhou Wanqiu, Zhou Baoyu clenched his fists, cursed angrily, and made as if to rush out to save her.
Zhou Chenyu quickly grabbed him, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
Baoyu rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight. "Sister, they're bullying Sister Wanqiu. I have to help her."
"help?"
The local people, seeing Qian Rushan and his gang of thugs, were so frightened that they fled in terror, trying to avoid them at all costs.
Zhou Chenyu was completely bewildered and really wanted to give him a good scolding: "Have you forgotten how badly Qian Rushan beat you half to death last time?! Can't you learn your lesson?"
Zhou Wanqiu was pushed to the ground, and Zhou Baoyu was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead and his eyes and eyebrows furrowed together.
“Sister Wanqiu is gentle and weak; she’s no match for Qian Rushan. If we don’t help her, no one else will. How will she, a young woman, cope with being targeted by Qian Rushan? Sister, do you really intend to stand idly by?”
"I..." Zhou Chenyu didn't consider himself a particularly evil person, nor was he particularly virtuous.
She is never stingy with her help if it is something she can do.
But now the gap between them and that group is huge, and rushing in now would be nothing short of suicide.
It is said that you must save your own life before helping others.
She has always adhered to this principle.
Zhou Chenyu caught a glimpse of Baoyu's disappointed look and her heart softened. "Don't glare at me like that. You can help, but you can't force your way in. How about this, I'll stay here, and you go and call for help!"
"Call for help?" Zhou Baoyu stared intently, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Zhou Chenyu smacked him hard on the forehead. "Are you stupid? Of course, we should find those people who can maintain order! Go to the yamen and find those constables or something!"
Zhou Baoyu slapped his forehead. "Oh, I know! I'll go right now!" He ran a few steps, then turned back, adding, "Sister, you're here alone, so don't act impulsively."
"Do I need you to teach me?!"
Zhou Chenyu scolded him away and quietly stayed there, waiting for backup.
Something happened over there, and Zhou Wanqiu suddenly knelt down before Qian Rushan, timidly reaching out her hands to grab the money bag, pleading with him through tears, "Master, I beg you to give me back my money."
Qian Rushan lowered his head, looked at Zhou Wanqiu who was crying with tears streaming down her face, and lightly lifted her delicate chin, "Tsk tsk tsk, look at your face, it's all messed up from crying, what are you crying about."
Meeting Qian Rushan's blunt and blatant gaze, Zhou Wanqiu seemed to understand but not quite, and timidly cried, "If I lose this money, my father will beat me to death! Give it back to me! I'll kowtow to you."
"Hey, don't hurt your head." Qian Rushan held Zhou Wanqiu's hand to prevent her head from hitting the ground: "It's only a dozen or so coins. As long as you don't cry, I'll give the money back to you."
Would this bastard really be so kind?
Zhou Chenyu glanced at him sideways.
A leopard can't change its spots, and he obviously won't.
Seeing the sudden change in the villain's expression, Zhou Wanqiu knew he might be trustworthy, but the money was in his hands. Tears welled in her eyes and fell with a soft thud. "Really?"
"Ah!" Qian Rushan excitedly took the silver from the servant's hand, held it in mid-air, and laughed, "Why would I lie to you? I'll count to three, and if you can stop crying and give me a smile, I'll not only give you your dozen or so coins, but all of mine will be yours as a reward."
Zhou Wanqiu thought she had seen a glimmer of hope, and stopped crying. "I don't want Master's money, I only want my own."
"Alright, as long as your smile satisfies me, I'll give you the money." Qian Rushan opened his mouth. "Come on, give me a smile."
"Okay." Zhou Wanqiu forcefully wiped away her tears, trying her best to raise the corners of her mouth in front of the person she disliked, revealing a bitter smile. "Master, is this alright?"
Qian Rushan looked at Zhou Wanqiu's smile, which was more like a grimace, and frowned in disgust. He then cursed, "Are you trying to mourn me? Smile more nicely!"
Seeing his ferocious face, Zhou Wanqiu was terrified and cried again, tears streaming down her face like a flood.
"I told you to laugh, why are you still crying?" Qian Rushan couldn't stand the sound of a woman crying. He lost his patience and gave a look to the people around him, "She won't laugh, you guys help her."
Two male servants rushed forward and restrained Zhou Wanqiu's hands. Zhou Chenyu looked at the scene and realized it was exactly the same as the day they had acted arrogantly in the Zhou family.
Zhou Chenyu was so angry that she trembled and her mind was buzzing. She looked back in the direction Baoyu had left, anxiously saying, "It's been several tens of minutes, why hasn't he come yet? Is there anything wrong with how efficient he is?"
Qian Rushan stepped forward with a cold face, reached out and roughly pried open Zhou Wanqiu's mouth as if venting his anger. He watched as her saliva flew everywhere and her face contorted in pain: "Hey, yes, smile. Open your mouth wider and smile for me."
Zhou Wanqiu's mouth was bleeding from being pried open. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Qian Rushan and tried to appease him: "Smile...smile."
Zhou Chenyu watched helplessly as Qian Rushan tore open Zhou Wanqiu's mouth, but she seemed oblivious to the pain, keeping her eyes tightly shut and passively enduring everything alone.
She's still a teenage girl!
"Impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil! Zhou Baoyu, you little bastard, are you coming or not?!"
Zhou Chenyu turned her head away, pressing her body tightly against the wall, refusing to look at Zhou Wanqiu's miserable state.
She waited anxiously for Zhou Baoyu, when suddenly Zhou Wanqiu's heart-wrenching cries for help came from the other end.
Zhou Chenyu's heart seemed to be gripped, and his body trembled violently. Zhou Wanqiu was knocked to the ground, and Qian Rushan's men dragged her into the alley.
"I really want to hit someone!" Zhou Chenyu could no longer stand idly by. She grabbed the carrying pole beside her and swung it at Qian Rushan, letting out a pig-like scream: "Zhou Baoyu!"
The stick suddenly shot out, catching the servants off guard, who instinctively ducked to the side.
"I've been looking for you for ages, my throat's hoarse from shouting! I never expected you to be here bullying a girl, I'll beat you to death!"
Qian Rushan, having been struck countless times, gripped the carrying pole tightly in pain, staring at the person before him with a mixture of fear and anger, utterly incredulous: "Zhou Chenyu, how dare you show your face before me again!"
He grabbed one end of the carrying pole. Zhou Chenyu was no match for his strength, so he pretended to be crazy and said, "I clearly hit Baoyu! How come it was you? I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Zhou Chenyu threw away the carrying pole, preparing to slip away like a cicada shedding its shell.
"stop!"
Qian Rushan roared at her, clutching his face which was swollen like a pig's head, and limped forward, glaring at her with wide eyes: "Last time you and Zhou Baoyu teased me, I didn't hold it against you. Today, you actually dared to hit me. I swear I won't rest until I get my revenge!" With that, his fist came down.
If we don't strike first now, we'll only be left to be beaten.
"I'll hit you whenever I want, do I have to pick a day?" Zhou Chenyu raised his knee and kicked him viciously in the groin. Qian Rushan was hit in a vital spot and immediately squeezed his legs together in pain, covering his lower body. His arrogance vanished in an instant: "Waaah, it hurts!"
"So you know what pain is?" Zhou Chenyu saw Zhou Wanqiu's face, which was covered in saliva, tears, and blood. Fueled by both old and new grudges, she picked up the carrying pole that had been lying to the side and vented her anger once more.
She had just lifted the carrying pole when a man's large hand grabbed hers, and a cold rebuke rang in her ear: "Stop!"
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