Chapter 4

At night, after washing up with Jiahui, Song Shu let her sleep with her. She was not comfortable letting the child sleep alone as the security in Hong Kong was not very good now.

Before going to bed, she took a steel pipe from the kitchen and placed it next to the bed, then locked all the doors before she fell asleep peacefully.

But she didn't know when, she seemed to hear the sound of the door lock turning in her sleep, and all of a sudden her sleepiness disappeared. She sat up and listened carefully. It was not her illusion, but the sound of the door lock turning.

In an instant, Song Shu's heart tightened. She held her breath and nervously groped for the steel pipe beside the bed. She held it tightly in her hand, then quietly got out of bed, stood beside the bed, and was ready to respond at any time.

Her mind involuntarily emerged with the various detective Hong Kong dramas she had watched in her previous life, the murder scenes on rainy nights, the corpses encased in Hello Kitty... These images flashed through her mind like a passing show, making her even more frightened.

She wasn't sure whether she should shout for help or wait and see what happened without alerting the thief.

However, she did not have much time to hesitate. Time seemed to slow down at this moment. She clearly heard the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, accompanied by an old "creaking" sound, like the sound of an elderly, frail man.

But she knew that there must be a strong man standing behind the door, who was about to break in.

At that moment, Song Shu didn't think of anything, but just stared at the door intently.

She saw a tall figure standing at the door. She immediately raised the steel pipe in her hand without hesitation, swung it at him with all her strength, and shouted, "Go to hell."

With a "bang", the sound of the steel pipe hitting the body was heard, accompanied by a muffled groan from the other party.

Song Shu did not stop at all and continued to swing the second stick with all her strength. At this moment, she no longer cared about being afraid. She had only one belief in her heart, which was to beat this damn man to death, otherwise she and Jiahui would be finished.

However, the second baton did not fall as she wished. She felt the steel pipe in her hand was easily grasped by that person. The person was much stronger than her and snatched the steel pipe away in an instant.

Suddenly, Song Shu lost her weapon for self-defense, and a feeling of despair surged in her heart.

Her whole body was cold and her heart was filled with fear. It was over. What should she do? What should Jiahui do? Was this the end of her first day in this world? If she died, could she return to her original world?

At this moment, the light bulb above her head was turned on, and Song Shu's heart became even colder. This thief was so arrogant that he even dared to turn on the light. He was going to kill her openly.

Song Shu was no longer afraid, only filled with anger. She stared at the man in front of her in the dim light, as if she wanted to imprint him deeply in her mind. She hoped that the detectives could do a retrospective of her death and catch the murderer.

She stared at him, anger making her blurt out: "You thief, I tell you, if you dare to kill us, my husband Chen Zonghao will not let you go. He is the boss of Causeway Bay, he will chase you to the ends of the earth, and then sink you into the sea..."

The man seemed to chuckle and stared at her.

Song Shu stared back at him unwillingly. When she heard his laughter, her heart became even colder. How could this man be so calm and arrogant? He looked like an experienced hand.

Song Shu's mind was in a mess, and her words unconsciously turned into pleading in the end. It was the contrast of disparity in power that pressured her. "If you want to kill someone, kill me. Can you spare the life of that child? Her life has just begun..." Maybe after death she can return to her original world.

But she was also afraid of pain. The more she talked, the more Song Shu couldn't help crying and collapsed to the ground. She didn't want to do that either. She was just an unarmed person. Seeing him so calm, she completely collapsed.

"I tell you I won't let you go even if I become a ghost. Please, do you want money? You can take everything in this house. Please don't kill me. Wuwu, Mom, help me..."

Song Shu didn't know what she said. She cursed, shouted for help and begged for mercy at the same time. Damn Hong Kong, damn the eighties, and damn it, no one heard her cry for help. Oh, it seemed that it was an elderly grandpa next door. He was a little hard of hearing as he got old, Song Shu thought while crying.

Is there not a single patrol policeman in such a damn big city like Hong Kong? She knows that the public security in Hong Kong is not good these days, but if she can still live tomorrow, she will definitely go to the government to complain.

Doesn’t she still have a tomorrow? Woo woo, Song Shu thought while crying.

The man looked down at the woman who was sitting on the ground crying and said playfully, "Don't cry, mainland girl. I am your husband, Chen Zonghao."

There seemed to be a sound ringing in her ears, and Song Shu only caught the three words "Chen Zonghao". She became even more frightened. Well, it turned out that Chen Zonghao's enemy came to seek revenge.

She couldn't help but said aggrievedly: "Big brother, if you have any problem, just go find Chen Zonghao. It's not my fault. What does it have to do with us? I won't care even if you kill Chen Zonghao. Wuwu, please, big brother, I don't know any Chen Zonghao. He is not my husband. Wuwu, I even got married to a rooster..."

Song Shu seemed to want to cry out all the grievances in her heart. She cried until she felt dizzy. She didn't want to be transmigrated into this damn book and this damn male protagonist.

At this moment, she felt a big hand covering her mouth. Song Shu couldn't make any sound with her mouth covered. The whole room became quiet all of a sudden.

Song Shu looked at the man squatting in front of her and shuddered. There was only a palm between their eyes. She could faintly smell a hint of alcohol. She thought, it's over. Is he going to start? Is he planning to kill someone in a drunken passion?

The man raised his eyelids and looked at her. Song Shu vaguely saw the helplessness that flashed across his eyes. The man said, "Don't cry. Why, I, your husband Chen Zonghao, don't you know me?"

Hmm? Song Shu was stunned when she heard his words. Husband? Chen Zonghao? Him?

As if sensing her doubt, the man sneered, "Why, you want to marry someone without even knowing who your husband is? You're quite brave, you Chinese girl."

Although Song Shu was scared in her heart, she couldn't help but glare at him secretly after hearing what he said. She just didn't know. She thought Chen Zonghao was a rooster.

No, the person in front of me is the male protagonist of the original book, Chen Zonghao?

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Just as the two were confronting each other, a voice suddenly came from the bed, "Uncle, sister, what are you doing?" It turned out that Jiahui, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the noise.

Chen Zonghao raised his eyes to look at the person on the bed, and the fierceness in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He lowered his voice and said, "Jiahui, we are talking. It is still dark. Go back to sleep."

Jiahui was also awakened by the noise. She struggled to get up, feeling very sleepy. When she heard her second uncle's voice, the child couldn't resist the sleepiness and lay down again to sleep. In a daze, she wondered if her second uncle had come back and her sister would stay.

When Song Shu heard Jiahui's voice, she could tell from her words that this was really her second uncle, Chen Zonghao. She couldn't help but feel relieved and leaned against the bed tiredly.

She couldn't help but secretly glare at him. Why was he scaring people in the middle of the night? Song Shu couldn't help but think darkly that he might have heard that she had married a girl from mainland China and wanted to come back to teach her a lesson.

What Song Shu didn't know was that Chen Zonghao had caught her glaring at him twice. He pressed his hand over her mouth and said, "I'm letting you go now. Don't cry anymore, okay?"

Song Shu nodded. She didn't have the strength to cry anymore. She felt that her voice was almost hoarse from crying.

The man moved his hand away. The embarrassing thing was that maybe Song Shu had just cried too hard, with tears and snot all over her face, even his hand was stained with them.

Song Shu had never encountered such an embarrassing situation before. She quickly took out a handkerchief from under the pillow and threw it into his hand instead of handing it to him. She still felt a little resentful about him scaring her in the middle of the night, but she was also afraid of his legendary identity as a gangster, so she could only vent her anger in this way.

The man glanced at her, said nothing, and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

The two of them suddenly fell silent, and Song Shu couldn't help but secretly observe the person in front of her.

When they confronted each other just now, she was only afraid. She had no idea what he looked like, and the original book didn't describe his appearance much.

The man had a short haircut which was rare in that era, unlike other gangsters who had flashy hairstyles.

His eyes were sharp, with brows slanting down into his temples. Even when he wasn't smiling, he looked at people with a fierceness that reminded Song Shu of the wolf she had seen before, dangerous and charming.

And when he wants to be gentle, his look at people is like a clear spring, which can draw people in, just like the way he looked at Jiahui just now.

But at this moment he lowered his head and pursed his lips slightly, looking like someone who was difficult to get along with.

Song Shu withdrew her gaze and felt her face was sticky with tears. She no longer cared whether he was the male lead or not. She naturally reached out from under the pillow and took out a handkerchief to wipe her face.

Just as she was wiping her hands, a gaze fell on her face. Song Shu's movement of wiping her face gradually slowed down. When she met the man's eyes, she saw that he had already wiped his hands and was looking at her intently.

Song Shu didn't know whether to wipe it or not. In the end, for her own sake, she wiped her face clean under his gaze and blew her nose. Anyway, she was already so vicious, what else could she do?

After that, the two looked at each other in silence for a while. Song Shu thought that since this man was back, there were some things she had to make clear to him.

The man stood up, and his head almost hit the light bulb on the ceiling, and his figure almost blocked out the light.

Song Shu was shrouded in his shadow. The oppressive feeling that was blowing over her face made her unable to help but stand up by holding on to the bed.

I secretly complained in my heart, given the strong physique of this man, I really didn't expect that he was a college student before. It would be more believable to say that he was a gangster.

With the help of the lamplight, Song Shu glanced up and saw a bruise on his right arm, which looked like it had just been added.

Song Shu thought back to the stick she had just swung, and compared it with his body shape. It seemed that the stick she swung was blocked by his arm. Otherwise, if it hit his head, he would be dizzy even if he had a body of steel. After all, she used all her strength.

I immediately turned my eyes away feeling guilty, but at the same time I felt gloating. He deserved it for appearing and disappearing so mysteriously in the middle of the night and scaring people.

The man caught her eye, glanced at his arm, and said, "Very strong."

Thinking of what others had said before about girls from the mainland being timid, he sneered. What a timid devil! He saw that this girl from the mainland was quite timid, so she hit him with a stick. However, he glanced at her eyes which were as red as a rabbit, and thought that she was just a paper tiger.

Song Shu didn't dare to speak, but fortunately the man didn't need her answer, so he continued, "I just entered the room as usual."

After listening to his words, Song Shu pondered for a while and realized that he was explaining why he used a key to open the door so late at night, and it was not that he was deliberately trying to make trouble for her.

After all, he had lived in this house for more than 20 years, so when he went home to sleep, he would of course go back to his own room according to his habit.

Coupled with the faint smell of alcohol she had just smelled, he felt dizzy and only remembered that it was possible to act according to habit.

After hearing his words, Song Shu felt much better. Seeing the man turn around and prepare to leave, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Do you need me to help you treat the wound?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Song Shu felt regretful and wanted to slap herself on the mouth. How could she be so soft-hearted? The words came out so quickly.

The man just paused, said nothing and walked out of the room.

Leaving Song Shu there in a tangle, he didn't know whether he needed it or not, but the words had been spoken, and she felt more or less responsible for the injury. The important thing was that she still planned to seize the time to explain things to him clearly, because who knew if he would still be there tomorrow.

Song Shu gritted her teeth and finally walked out of the room, only to see the man rummaging for ointment under the TV table, with the medicine he had found scattered around on the small tea table next to him.

Song Shu retracted her gaze and walked to the bathroom to wash her hands first, and clean herself up at the same time. This was the most chaotic time in her life.

While washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, her nose was also red, and her long hair was like a exploded pot, extremely messy, with a few strands of hair sticking to her face. If there was no one outside, she would definitely scream. It was too ugly and too unruly.

Song Shu quickly lowered her head to wash her face, wiped it dry with a towel, then picked up a comb to comb her hair, took a deep breath in front of the mirror, and walked towards the living room.