Cheng Miaomiao's face was pale, and even the moisturizing lip gloss couldn't hide her lips, which had become chapped from nervousness.
"That's impossible! If nothing's wrong, why am I in so much pain? I'm really, really in excruciating pain!"
Mo Zilin's shoulder was already in unbearable pain, and now it was completely swollen.
The aching sensation shot straight to the top of his head, making him increasingly agitated.
At that moment, Cheng Miaomiao's cries sounded to him like a woman's affected whining!
However, in order to become the Cheng family's son-in-law, Mo Zilin still endured the answer:
"It's alright, Miaomiao, get up quickly and take us to the hospital, we..."
The drawn-out, inappropriate nagging finally pushed the most injured gang leader to his breaking point.
He struggled to his feet, shoved Mo Zilin aside, and mercilessly threw Cheng Miaomiao to the ground, shouting angrily:
"Cheng Miaomiao, Brother Mo already said you're fine, what more do you want? Now is not the time for you to play the victim! We all got injured because of you, you should at least take responsibility and get everyone to the hospital, right? Nobody wants to see you act like this now!"
These thugs had been following Mo Zilin for several years, and their leader was the notorious "Little Tyrant" of Jiangcheng, known for his straightforward personality and his dislike for people like Cheng Miaomiao.
He grabbed Mo Zilin and left, saying fiercely to Cheng Miaomiao:
"Since you're such a good actor, then you can just stay here and have fun by yourself!"
However, Mo Zilin was afraid of angering Cheng Miaomiao, so he didn't dare to leave. He could only timidly pull his hand away from the thug leader's grasp. "Um, why don't you guys go to the hospital first, I..."
Thug leader: ...
"You two are a perfect match! Pah!!"
After uttering that curse, the gang leader, enduring the pain, kicked one of the younger thugs on the ground.
"Get the hell up! We're going to the hospital ourselves!"
"Okay, brother."
The younger brothers helped each other to their feet and limped out of the alley.
As he left, he gave Cheng Miaomiao a disgusted look.
Some people with fiery tempers simply spat at her:
"Pah! What a green tea bitch! What kind of garbage is that?!"
Cheng Miaomiao was in utter despair, sobbing uncontrollably in Mo Zilin's arms.
"No, Rinrin, it really hurts! Why did you all say it was okay?! Waaaaah~"
Mo Zilin had no choice but to endure the pain and repeatedly comfort him.
This reaction piqued Xiao Yao's curiosity.
It deliberately stayed where it was, watching the whole scene before wagging its short little legs to catch up with Si Jin, asking curiously:
"My lord, Cheng Miaomiao doesn't seem to be faking it. Did you do something again?"
Si Jin's lips curved into a beautiful smile:
It's not that I did anything again, but when I was healing their wounds yesterday, I added something to the divine power.
Xiao Yao asked: "What?"
Si Jin replied: A curse.
He explained as he walked toward the school:
This curse is exactly the same one that the previous Heavenly Emperor inflicted on me.
Having spent so many years in the Heavenly Prison, although I don't know how to break the curse, I have figured out how to cast it.
From now on, Cheng Miaomiao will experience the excruciating pain of having milk tea splashed on her again at a fixed time every day.
I originally wanted to go even further and make her experience it every hour.
However, that would require additional divine power, which I was unwilling to waste on her.
After explaining, Si Jin had already entered the company.
He sat back down in his seat, put down his briefcase, and added casually:
Oh, I'm such a saint.
Xiao Yao: [...]
Sir, do you seem to have some misunderstanding about the Virgin Mary?!
This is the question it really wants to ask.
But it dared not; it did not dare.
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