Xiao Qian grabbed the man's stick, snatched the plastic basin from her mother's hand, and forcefully put it over the man's head, pushing him away.
"If you dare to hit her again, just try!"
The man was shocked by Xiao Qian's violence. This girl looked gentle, but when she spoke, her aura was powerful.
Jia Xiufang, at this moment, was also shocked by her daughter.
Her daughter was an excellent student who always helped with household chores and seldom spoke. Everyone thought she was an introverted child.
But when her mother was in danger, this introverted child dared to fight against an adult man!
Jia Xiufang, as a mother, had mixed emotions at this time.
She stood behind Xiao Qian, feeling as if her daughter's petite body had burst forth with an unprecedented amount of energy. Thinking that her daughter would marry soon, the suppressed bitterness finally erupted.
Jia Xiufang sat on the ground, slapping her thigh and crying loudly.
Xiao Qian stared at the man who had dared to hit her mother, making him sweat in fear. Having been dominant throughout her life, her overbearing nature seemed to be ingrained in her bones. The man was genuinely afraid of her.
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from this little girl, which was even more striking than an adult man's, and hearing Jia Xiufang crying, the man became scared too.
"You win, I've met two crazy women..." He was just trying to discipline his child, but how did he end up tangled with such a troublesome mother-daughter duo?
The man turned to leave, but Xiao Qian grabbed his arm and said in a strong voice.
"Apologize."
"You were obviously the ones who—"
"Apologize!" Xiao Qian repeated, her voice extremely assertive.
With no choice, the man apologized to the sobbing Jia Xiufang.
"Big sister, I'm so sorry. I was just disciplining my child and didn't mean to hit you..." The man felt wronged too. The crazy woman sitting on the ground had scratched him, drawing blood, but who could he talk to about it?
His daughter could only steal things, while the crazy woman's daughter was so well-behaved. That's the difference!
"Why is my life so bitter? My daughter is still so young, yet she's getting married!" Jia Xiufang wasn't crying simply because she'd been hit.
She was crying because Xiao Qian was so understanding and protective of her. The thought of her perceptive daughter getting married made her very sad, and perimenopausal women tend to express emotions in a crude and direct manner.
Xiao Qian rolled her eyes, even though she'd been reborn, this scene was eerily similar to her past life.
Jia Xiufang's crying left the man at a loss, rubbing his hands anxiously.
"You can leave. She just has menopausal syndrome and can't control her emotions. Don't bother with her."
Xiao Qian's words relieved the man, who left immediately.
Listening to her daughter talk about her like this, Jia Xiufang felt both angry and sad. She swung the basin at Xiao Qian, "You heartless girl!"
The basin seller standing nearby had been watching for a while. Overwhelmed by the mother and daughter's fighting, he finally spoke up when the fight seemed over.
"That basin costs ten yuan each, three for thirty!"
Xiao Qian took ten yuan from her crying mother's pocket, handed it to the vendor, and Jia Xiufang just got up from the ground, not even bothering to wipe her tears.
"I only took one. We'll go to your shop to choose the other two—wait until we get home, you're in for it!"
Xiao Qian stood there, watching her mother change her face in an instant and shook her head.
Her mother's insistence on not taking any losses carried over from her past life to this one.
Seeing a bucket of water at a nearby vegetable stall, Xiao Qian walked over and politely asked, "Can I borrow the water to wash my hands?"
As the water flowed through her fingers, her irritation calmed down. She rubbed her hands repeatedly, regretting her earlier reaction.
Why did she help the child because of her Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder? This already caused her cold-hearted image to crumble. Why, then, did she feel the need to fight for her mother?
Didn't she tell herself that she would no longer care about her parents who favored boys over girls?
But why, when faced with the situation, did she still unconsciously react?
Xiao Qian spread her hands and let the water droplets sparkle in the sunlight, talking to herself.
"Emotions are the most useless thing in this world. Too many emotions only bring trouble. Only those without the ability to handle crises with dignity resort to violence. I shouldn't have used force just now. It seems that I am still too young."
She attributed her abnormal behavior to her current youth, and used a voice that only she could hear to suggest this to herself.
Nobody could hear her, but someone had seen it from a distance.
On a six-story residential building beside the wet market, a man in sportswear was secretly observing Xiao Qian through the scope of his sniper rifle.
A nearby company was conducting a fire drill, and, as the young boss, Yu Minglang was overseeing the whole situation. While surveying the terrain, he saw an interesting scene through his telescope.
A beautiful girl was arguing with her mother and saving a child from being hit by his father.
The girl was so pretty, with delicate features and silver-rimmed glasses, looking like a very well-behaved girl. Why was Yu Minglang spying on her?
Because the girl had a blood-red mole right in the middle of her brow, just like the one Zhou Zhiruo had in the novel 'Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber'. But she was even prettier than Zhou Zhiruo.
Yu Ming-lang had a secret; when he read 'Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber', he didn't like the gentle Xiao Zhao or the quirky Zhao Min – he was infatuated with Zhou Zhiruo's ruthlessness. Of course, he wouldn't tell others about this secret.
So, seeing the little beauty with the same beauty mark as Zhou Zhiruo, the cold-hearted young boss quietly spied on her with his telescope.
When the girl used force to protect her mother against the middle-aged man, Yu Minglang almost thought he was seeing things. He looked away from the scope and glanced into the distance. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he was sure that the girl with the same beauty mark as Zhou Zhiruo had indeed taken action against someone!
"Young Boss, is there a situation?" Yu Minglang's secretary asked.
"Radiant eyebrows and eyes, but dominating in fists and kicks. Elegant as a startled swan and graceful as a wandering dragon. Good, very good," Yu Minglang murmured.
"What?" The secretary, with beady eyes: "Can you stop being cryptic? The entire company is waiting for your command!"
Although the young boss was usually quiet, the few sentences he occasionally muttered were generally hard to understand – it was no wonder that he had the highest education among the second-generation wealthy.
Yu Minglang saw Xiao Qian washing her hands, and with his sniper scope, observed her lip movements. Having been an outstanding student, he had learned lip-reading, so Xiao Qian's self-suggestion, which she thought no one else had seen, was seen by him without missing a word.