Chapter 155 The Rich Second-Generation Bully Gets Beaten senseless
She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man, her eyes and face full of disdain: "This is ridiculous! Do you own the road? Besides, the road is so wide, and I was standing in front of the department store. You, a grown man, rode a bicycle so stupidly, trying to look cool, and fell flat on your face. And you're blaming me?"
"If I'm not here, won't you blame the telephone pole next door?"
The man glanced at the telephone pole next to her, touched his nose, knowing he was in the wrong, but so what?
Challenge him? You're asking for it!
He touched a scar on his left eyebrow, grinned, and said fiercely, "Tomboy, dare to say another word? Do you know who your grandpa is?"
Wang Yuqing sized up the man.
He was wearing a Dacron shirt, nylon pants, Warrior white sneakers, a Gold Anchor watch, and had hair wax on his head. Lying on the ground was a Dalianhe bicycle.
This outfit is the most fashionable and trendy of this era. To have such a collection of belongings, one's family must be either rich or noble.
He looks a year or two younger than me, with regular features, but he's a bit too young, belonging to the type of "little fresh meat" that has emerged in the 21st century.
He had a scar on his left eyebrow, and coupled with his fierce expression, he looked a bit intimidating to children.
Many young women around stared at him, completely mesmerized.
Wang Yuqing looked away and uttered a few words: "I know you're a piece of shit!"
The man was furious, clenching his fists but not knowing where to begin.
She's a woman, after all; I've never hit a woman before.
He suddenly realized that this woman was really good-looking, had backbone, and was full of vigor!
He clenched his fist, then suddenly loosened it and scratched his eyebrow. It was a little itchy, and a scar suddenly fell off.
Wang Yuqing looked over and realized that it was fake, just pasted on!
The man hurriedly pressed closer, amused by his own reaction. He suppressed his laughter, coughed a few times, and still managed a fierce expression: "Hey, tomboy, who are you calling 'bullshit'?"
Wang Yuqing was not afraid at all.
The man suddenly grabbed two bags of clothes from Wang Yuqing's bicycle, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them hard: "Serves you right for being so blind, serving you right for cursing me."
If this kind of person isn't taught a lesson, how can they not lose face?
Wang Yuqing couldn't take it anymore. He was the one who provoked her first, so it wasn't unreasonable for her to take action, was it? And she was justified, wasn't she?
He threw a punch, then grabbed the leg, followed by a chest-passing punch, until the boy cried out for his parents.
The man didn't retaliate at all; he was completely stunned. This was the first time in twenty years that he had been hit, and by a woman no less.
He lay on the ground, covering his face with his hands, his eyes peering through the gaps at the female comrade standing in front of him, looking down at him with a murderous expression.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed her, as if draping her in a golden armor.
He inexplicably felt that she possessed a dashing and heroic spirit, a spirit that made his heart race, his blood boil, and an indescribable feeling surge within him...
In the eyes of the onlookers, Wang Yuqing, who was standing, was a righteous and heroic woman, while the man who was lying down was a domineering and disgusting hooligan.
Wang Yuqing didn't expect the man in front of her to be so cowardly. He was still staring at her blankly. She hadn't hit him too hard, so he shouldn't have been stupid, right?
The man's voice suddenly trembled as he weakly asked, "May I ask your surname?"
Wang Yuqing: "..."
The man quickly got up, picked up the clothes from the ground, brushed off the dirt, and handed them to Wang Yuqing respectfully and politely; "Comrade, here you go."
Wang Yuqing took the items and looked at the man suspiciously.
The man then asked, "Where do you live?"
Suddenly realizing he'd asked the wrong question, he chuckled, his face full of admiration: "Could you teach me those moves? They were so cool! I studied at Shaolin Temple for three years, and now that I've mastered them, I'm still not as good as you. Can you teach me?"
He even imitated Wang Yuqing's moves like a monkey.
Wang Yuqing had figured it out; this man was fierce on the outside but cowardly on the inside. A smile played on her lips, and her eyes were teasing: "I see you have extraordinary bones; you're clearly a martial arts prodigy. I'll teach you three moves, and you'll be invincible."
The man listened attentively.
Wang Yuqing said, "The first move is to intimidate the opponent with your momentum and make them afraid to make a move."
The man nodded, convinced that his imposing manner had been quite effective.
He couldn't wait to hear what the next move would be: "And then? That punch you just threw..."
Wang Yuqing continued, "The second move is to call for help; the third move is to play dead; the fourth move is to run!"
After saying that, Wang Yuqing didn't bother with the man. She tied the things to the back of the bicycle, held the handlebars with both hands, and as she rode uphill, the bicycle tilted to the right. With a flick of her right foot, she gracefully got on the bike.
The man didn't care about being tricked just now, and uttered two words: "So cool."
As Wang Yuqing was riding her bicycle, a man ran up to the man behind her, shouting, "Wang Maoxue, how are you? Did you fall and hurt yourself? I forgot to tell you, the brakes on this bicycle are broken..."
The man was wearing a polyester short-sleeved shirt, blue trousers, and black handmade cloth shoes. He looked fresh and refined, like a noble young master.
Wang Yuqing glanced at it, and as soon as she looked away, she felt very unlucky that she shared the same surname as the bully behind her.
The man also turned his head to look at Wang Yuqing, but he didn't scrutinize her too much; he just thought that this woman was quite striking.
Wang Maoxue stood still, staring intently at Wang Yuqing's back.
The man walked up to him and noticed his bruised and swollen face. He asked, "Maoxue, what happened to you? How did you get so hurt?"
Wang Maoxue realized the pain this time, and his chest hurt even more. He clutched his chest and said, "It wasn't from falling, it was from being beaten up by that woman in front of me..."
Upon hearing this, the man found it unbelievable and asked again, "Are you sure?"
Wang Maoxue was in so much pain that he put his hand on the man's shoulder: "Lu Bowen, hurry up and take me to the hospital. It hurts so much! This bicycle is broken and you didn't even tell me."
Lu Bowen: "When I rented it, you rode off before I even had a chance to tell anyone."
Wang Maoxue complained, "This thing isn't even as easy to drive as my Hongqi."
Lu Bowen reached out and slapped his hand away, saying, "Of course it's not as good as your family's luxury car, but it's not yours either, it was given to your dad by the state."
After saying that, he saw Wang Maoxue's bruised and swollen face and said, "You really got beaten up by her? Should we call the police?"
Wang Maoxue quickly replied, "No need, no need, it's not shameful at all."
He stared at Wang Yuqing's disappearing figure and said with a smile, "This woman is quite tough. She's not pretentious, affected, coquettish, or weak. I didn't expect such a small county to have such a person. Tsk tsk, she's much more pleasing to the eye than my sister in every way."
Lu Bowen thought the rich kid had been beaten senseless.
However, he was quite interested in Wang Yuqing and asked, "Tell me quickly, what happened?"
Wang Maoxue recounted what happened, his whole body aching: "He's really heroic, and he's really ruthless. He's a bit like my dad. I can't take it anymore, I need to go to the hospital."
Lu Bowen burst into laughter.
He took Wang Maoxue to the hospital. Actually, it wasn't a big problem; they just applied some medicine. The two of them then went to a state-run restaurant for a meal and returned to the guesthouse.
Lu Bowen said, "Are you resting at the guesthouse, or are you coming with me to the countryside? I need to visit my godmother, and I have to rush back to the city tomorrow."
Wang Maoxue said, "No, no, it's no fun. I'd rather sleep."
Lu Bowen smiled and said, "You insisted on coming to Suixian with me, saying you wanted to see the sights and were curious about the countryside. Now you're not going?"
He didn't say anything more, but got up and went out, bought a lot of things, and rode his rented bicycle to Wang Shuo's house.
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