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Jiang Chen's premonition was correct as Lan Peizhi, also known as Wei Hong, launched a brutal assault. Despite Jiang Chen's attempts to reason with her, Lan Peizhi relentlessly attacked, leaving him battered and begging for mercy. Jiang Chen's desperate pleas and unconventional tactics eventually halted her assault, but he remained injured and humiliated.
The warm, incandescent lamp cast its light and heat.
After enduring considerable hardship, Comrade Jiang Chen finally managed to scale the wall and enter the house.
He settled onto a wooden chair, a porcelain bowl resting on the table beside him.
This bowl held what he had just procured – pork fat.
Its milky white luster appeared clean, possessing a rather appealing look.
He had heard whispers that pig fat could be used to treat burns, insect bites, and even bruises... but what kind of medicinal practice was this?
Ah.
Right.
Additionally, Jiang Chen's "nasal injury" was also attended to.
A wad of tissue was firmly stuffed into his nose.
Quite a basic, or perhaps even rudimentary, solution.
It was merely a nosebleed, not a fracture; there was no need to summon an ambulance. Boss Jiang wasn't someone who concerned himself with appearances; as long as the bleeding ceased, the method was secondary. Being carted away in an ambulance would have been truly mortifying.
"Has the bleeding stopped?"
Unfortunately, while typically only one nostril would suffer, this time both were bleeding, necessitating stuffing in both, which made speaking rather difficult.
"Mmm."
Lan Peizhi nodded. As the instigator of his predicament, she felt no remorse, only a flicker of suppressed amusement as she consciously avoided looking directly at him.
Because.
It was, undeniably, quite a comical sight.
The comical figure gently prodded his nose, ensuring the bridge hadn't been broken, and let out a soft sigh.
Being capable of fighting.
It certainly had its merits.
One powerful strike could overcome ten intricate techniques!
At the very least, it offered immunity against being deceived.
If another woman had been subjected to Boss Jiang's rough handling and tumbling tactics, wouldn't they have been utterly helpless?
A throbbing Jiang Chen shifted his body deliberately, confirming that aside from his nose, no other joints felt fractured or broken.
Considering the sequence of events, one could almost liken it to a free full-body spa treatment.
Thankfully, he was quite resilient.
If it had been a frail individual, they likely couldn't have endured such torment from the other party.
This particular description, surely, couldn't be interpreted with any sexual undertones, could it?
In conjunction with the pork fat, he also applied a bit to himself; after all, besides the physical altercation, he had also acquired numerous mosquito bites. Mosquitoes, indifferent to social standing, treated everyone with the same impartial attention.
"Have you seen Jin Se?"
Without harboring any resentment, Jiang Chen inquired nonchalantly, his voice muffled by the tissue in his nose.
"News certainly travels quickly."
Lan Peizhi appeared to be in good spirits. In truth, she had shown considerable restraint; otherwise, that individual wouldn't be sitting there unharmed, their nose still intact?
That increasingly alluring handsome face would undoubtedly have been disfigured.
If you doubt this, just observe the havoc she wreaked in Korea.
She descended like a celestial demon overlord, and those seemingly formidable Korean gangs were akin to crops in a field, harvested row after row.
That brutal yet magnificent spectacle left an indelible mark on Jiang Chen's memory, profoundly shaping his mindset and even his perspective on life.
Perhaps it was during that very period.
That solitary figure, persevering against all odds, was an image he could never forget in his lifetime.
If life truly consisted of only a few fleeting moments, then that scene undoubtedly belonged in that select category.
"Indeed."
Having just been brutally beaten, yet now exuding an air of self-satisfaction – truly shameless.
"Was your conversation fruitful?"
Jiang Chen casually asked, perhaps feeling a prickle of discomfort, he adjusted the tissue in his nose, "I mentioned it, she wouldn't hold it against you, correct?"
"Who told you she wouldn't hold it against me."
Lan Peizhi responded, "Do you truly believe she is some kind of saint?"
"What I'm trying to say is, at the very least, she wouldn't harbor animosity towards you. That's right."
A graduate from a prestigious university, no doubt. Even without specializing in Chinese literature, her command of language was remarkably precise.
The concepts of holding a grudge and harboring hatred were distinct, possessing significant and even crucial differences.
Regarding his statement, Lan Peizhi offered no denial, "You seem surprisingly content."
Jiang Chen's lips curved slightly, and then he raised both hands, gesturing to his own wretched and disheveled state, "Do I appear to have any reason for contentment?"
Lan Peizhi averted her gaze once more.
Very well.
She could only bear to look for so long.
Another moment longer, and she might lose control of her laughter.
In this particular atmosphere, succumbing to laughter would undoubtedly...
be ill-advised.
"Becoming more capable."
Lan Peizhi offered a compliment.
Jiang Chen, maintaining a demeanor of neither arrogance nor impatience, quickly retorted, "And what if I become more capable? You will still proceed as you wish if the inclination strikes."
How pitiful.
Practically like a mistreated, submissive wife.
He might not have minded, but Lan Peizhi found his tone unbearable, "Can't you conduct yourself with a bit more masculinity?"
Jiang Chen presented a pained expression, emitting a heavy sigh – even this minor movement nearly dislodged the tissue from his nostrils.
"How am I expected to act like a man when I'm in front of you?"
The dust clinging to him, the wrinkles marring his attire, and the pervasive ache throughout his frame served as silent accusations.
Lan Peizhi found herself silenced, utterly at a loss for words, unable to retort.
The undeniable truth of the situation lay before them.
Wasn't he just exuding an air of machismo?
Yet, displaying such bravado before her had resulted in a thorough beating.
"Could you perhaps refrain from such excessive violence? How will you manage in the future..."
The words nearly tumbled out, but she managed to rein them in just in the nick of time.
"Manage how in the future?"
Lan Peizhi inquired softly.
Jiang Chen offered an awkward smile. Even if she sensed his unvoiced thought, even if she knew he understood her unspoken meaning, his refusal to acknowledge it left her without any grounds for accusation.
Simply by uttering her real name, he had been subdued in such a manner. If he were to address her as a 'Sichuan-Chongqing Mother T-Rex' or an 'aging golden leftover lady,' it might not spell instant doom, but in a fit of rage, breaking a leg was certainly within the realm of possibility.
And most likely, it would be a leg of considerable importance.
"You've struck me, and that's one thing. But if you were to treat others this way, do you honestly believe they would tolerate your behavior?"
Jiang Chen executed a sudden manual shift, bringing the vehicle to a halt. The maneuver lacked finesse, akin to a novice driver attempting to operate an automatic transmission as if it were a manual, demonstrating less than a year of practical experience behind the wheel.
