Chapter 37: The Scheming School Bully (37)
It had been more than a month since Shen Yuan left.
Summer days during the summer vacation are always scorching hot.
Fu Hanchi did not feel the presence of sunlight, but instead found himself in an ice cave.
During this period, he was almost in a daze, spending his days smoking and drinking.
It's funny.
This was the life he lived before Shen Yuan appeared.
After Chen Yuan left, he felt extremely annoyed.
He felt disgusted by the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on his body, but he indulged in it day after day.
He wondered, if Shen Yuan saw this, would she feel distressed and would she come back to take care of him?
Pretty cheap...
The curse that Shen Yuan uttered when he left was indeed correct.
He is just a jerk.
He is so concerned about his reputation that he says harsh words, but does shameless things.
Yes, he went to find her.
But the world is so big, it is so difficult to find someone if he wants to hide.
Fu Hanchi went to a barbecue stall and drank with the owner all night.
He said that Chen Yuan had been an orphan since childhood and was rather timid.
Later he came here, had no money to go to school, and helped out at his barbecue stall.
The boss said that Shen Yuan was often bullied, and his wrists were covered with bruises when he washed dishes.
But she said nothing and just hid away alone to lick her wounds.
Later one day, the boss noticed that the wounds on Shen Yuan's body gradually became fewer, until there were none left.
He knew that the little girl had met a boy who protected her.
Shen Yuan's personality gradually became lively, and the whole person seemed to be full of vitality, like a dead tree sprouting new branches.
Later, Chen Yuan was admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, the most prestigious universities in Kyoto.
The boss was sincerely happy. He thought that the timid girl could have a good ending with the boy who protected her.
After the exams, it was summer vacation. Considering that Chen Yuan needed to earn money to pay for her tuition, the boss packed up the barbecue stall early and prepared the vegetables she wanted to skewer.
What he didn't expect was that Shen Yuan had lost contact.
The boss even called the police, but in the end they had to dismiss the case as a missing person case.
The old ladies downstairs in the slums all missed her, but the boss, considering their age, could only tell a white lie.
He said that Chen Yuan went to Kyoto to work and attend university, and would come back when he had time.
Although the old ladies were reluctant to let Shen Yuan go, they were also happy for her to have a better life.
The boss thought of many possibilities, perhaps she left the city and decided to cut off all ties with the past.
Or maybe she had an accident and disappeared into the vast universe.
If it's the latter, he would rather it be the former.
He didn't blame Chen Yuan for being ungrateful, but sometimes he felt sorry for her.
His barbecue was delicious, and Shen Yuan hadn't sat down to taste it properly yet.
Fu Hanchi listened quietly to the boss's chatter, and the bottle of soju in front of him was already empty.
His eyes felt sore and hot, probably because the charcoal fire was too strong and blew away his eyes.
The barbecue stall couldn't get any information about Chen Yuan, so Fu Hanchi went to the slums again, but still had no news.
As for the room she had rented, the landlord had already put it up for rent on an online rental website.
Fu Hanchi knew that she might not come back.
But he was unwilling to accept it and didn't want to believe it.
He rented the room, and everything inside was cleaned out by the landlord, leaving no trace of Shen Yuan's existence.
Things have changed and people have changed.
He is the only one left in those beautiful memories of the past.
He was locked in the world belonging to Shen Yuan by a heavy shackle.
After searching all over Kyoto, Fu Hanchi set his sights abroad.
In that chaotic and dangerous area, no one knew that he was the so-called young master of the Fu family.
Fu Hanchi may have forgotten, or he may not care at all.
He was being targeted.
A yellow man wearing expensive clothes would stop on the street every day with a photo of a girl in his hand, and would stop people and ask if they had seen her.
Alone, rich, not a local.
These three characteristics make Fu Hanchi a popular target in the eyes of those dangerous gangsters.
On a dark night, in a dirty and remote alley, they stole all the valuables from Fu Hanchi.
The gangsters don’t know what Jiangzhu or Qifu are, they only care about how much they can sell it for.
He snatched the bracelet from Fu Hanchi's wrist like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey.
What they didn't expect was that the man who didn't bother to resist after his cash and mobile phone were robbed actually fought with them for his life just for a bracelet.
Fu Hanchi is very skilled, and even though the thugs are familiar with the terrain here, they still suffered a lot at his hands.
They came up with a plan and lied to him that they would return the bracelet to him and that they knew the news about the girl.
Fu Hanchi foolishly believed it. He knew that the gangsters in front of him were deceiving him, but it didn't matter. Even if there was only a one in a thousand chance, he was willing to take a chance.
Apparently, he lost the bet again.
A gangster hit him on the head with an iron rod. The severe pain made him unable to open his eyes and blood flowed down his forehead.
The thugs snatched his bracelet, and after finding it worthless, they spat at it, tore it up and threw it on the dirty ground.
They cursed at the dying Fu Hanchi, as if they didn't understand why he risked his life for a worthless thing.
The crimson pearl fell to the ground, stained with fishy and dirty water, and its original color could not be seen.
Fu Hanchi stared at it, his eyes bloodshot, like a mad beast.
Yes, he has never been someone who would allow himself to be beaten or scolded. The only one who could make him submit was Chen Yuan.
He clenched the crimson pearl tightly, his slender knuckles were covered in blood, but he treated it like a treasure, carefully wiping it clean with the corner of his clean clothes, and finally put it in his pocket.
He pounced like a trapped lion and punched the gangster in the face.
Blood mixed with dirty water, staining the boy's fingertips red.
He was unaware of it and made the gangster pay a heavy price in his own way.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was heavy and full of the smell of blood.
One punch...
Two punches...
The gangster felt so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to resist.
"Swish."
The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh was clear in the quiet alley.
Fu Hanchi paused, and a piercing cold pain came from his back, and his skin was torn.
He was kicked in the waist and abdomen with great force. He fell in a pool of blood, curled up, and had no strength to fight back.
So cold...
It hurts...
He is about to die...
Fu Hanchi looked at the sky in the corner of the alley in a daze, tears flashing in his eyes.
The thugs were afraid of causing a loss of life, so they spat out a curse and left quickly.
Only Fu Hanchi was left, collapsed in the cold and deserted alley, dying.
The alley was filled with red. Fu Hanchi never knew that so much blood could flow from his body.
It really hurts...
The pain was so severe that he gritted his teeth and wished he could die.
The temperature slowly dissipated through his fingertips, and Fu Hanchi's eyes gradually became dim and obscure, swallowed up inch by inch by the boundless darkness.
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