"Shanshan, you're not giving me face, preferring to hang out arm-in-arm with this kid rather than giving me a chance. Isn't this a slap in my face? How am I supposed to get by after this? How are my brothers going to see me?" Wu Wenhao, with his hands stuffed into his pockets, had the air of someone who wouldn't let the matter rest until he'd had his say.
Yuan Shanshan knew a bit about Wu Wenhao. His reputation at school had gone down the drain; bullying his classmates with the power and influence of his family was an everyday occurrence, and it was not unusual for him to leave others seriously injured. And there was an endless list of female students he had victimized. Whenever she saw this scumbag, the words 'human trash' involuntarily sprang to Shanshan's mind.
"Out of my way." Yuan Shanshan glared furiously at Wu Wenhao standing before her.
Unfazed, Wu Wenhao signalled to the two beside him with a glance, and the two companions quickly moved to pull Yuan Shanshan aside: "Shanshan, you're forcing my hand."
"You, you bastard... This has nothing to do with Yang Fan, you... you..." In desperation, all Yuan Shanshan could do was curse, her only means of resistance. "Yang Fan, run!" Shanshan shouted, feeling a surge of guilt. It was because of her that they had run into these thugs; it had nothing to do with Yang Fan, but no matter what she explained now, that bastard Wu Wenhao wouldn't believe her.
Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh internally. No matter where he went, he seemed to run into these overbearing jerks.
"So you're Yang Fan? I don't care why you're shopping with Shanshan, but your presence is irritating me, polluting the air like a foul smell; seeing my girl hanging out with you while ignoring me, where does that leave my face? How am I supposed to get by? You're out of luck, I'm not in a good mood today, so I'll give you a choice: strip down, run naked around the mall three times, and molest ten women, then I'll let you go."
"Wu Wenhao, you bastard..." Yuan Shanshan cursed again. Clearly, this bastard was trying to make Yang Fan out to be a pervert, a laughing stock. Sighing in helplessness, Shanshan thought this guy was simply twisted.
What she couldn't understand was, is Yang Fan deaf or something? Why isn't he running?
Doesn't he know it's not wise to confront a bully? What's he trying to prove, who does he think he is? She felt like cursing him out. Does a guy from the countryside not have any common sense? Or is he just a stupid hothead? Oh, well...
Confronted with Yuan Shanshan's head shaking and sighs, Yang Fan acted as if he didn't see, and said in a deep voice: "Let her go." He emphasized the word "her" intentionally.
"Heh heh..." Wu Wenhao's expression changed: "Kid, who are you to interfere? Do you understand what I told you to do? Otherwise, I might just stuff your head into that public toilet over there, let you taste the best flavor. It'll be really exhilarating, absolutely thrilling." Wu Wenhao curled his lips, pointing his finger at Yang Fan's nose, mockingly imitating the manner of gangster bosses from movies and TV dramas, even intentionally putting on a fierce and cool expression.
Bang!
Without another word, Yang Fan kicked Wu Wenhao in front of him, flying, and said indifferently, "Does that feel good?"
Holding his stomach and squatting on the ground two meters away, Wu Wenhao's face turned a purple hue from the bruise, he forcefully endured the pain, and shouted in anger: "You..." The three words TMD never made it out of his mouth.
"Damn..." Yuan Shanshan had forgotten her continuous concerns for this guy; he actually had some skills. The kick just now looked really cool no matter how you put it. It turned out he was a dark horse, no wonder he didn't run away, he must have been confident. Shanshan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing their boss get beaten, the other four or five companions charged over and surrounded Yang Fan, each arrogant and intent on avenging their leader.
Yang Fan hadn't wanted to fight, his master had always told him not to show off his martial arts lightly. But as a martial artist, self-defense and fitness came first. If someone insulted you and behaved offensively, always provoking, should you just stand there and take a beating?
Catching a swung punch, he kicked fiercely, sending one flying. With a spin, he struck another on the head, and the remaining three lay on the ground groaning, with bruised and swollen faces, wailing in pain.
Now free, Yuan Shanshan walked over and gave Wu Wenhao, who still hadn't gotten up, another kick: "You scum, this is karma, isn't it? For all your arrogance, for annoying me, for...". Yuan Shanshan kept lifting her leg, releasing all her pent-up frustration on Wu Wenhao's body.
"Let's go." It was still Yang Fan who quickly pulled her away, and Yuan Shanshan, feeling like the fun wasn't over yet, left.
The security was about to arrive, Yang Fan and Yuan Shanshan hailed a taxi as fast as they could, urging the driver to drive off immediately.
Finally escaping the "tiger's mouth," Yuan Shanshan couldn't stop looking over Yang Fan, becoming increasingly puzzled: "You're pretty good at throwing some punches and kicks, not bad at all." This was something she had never anticipated; most people from the countryside are seen as naive, scared to death, and have an interest in everything like farmers would, possessing such skills was unexpected. They just work to earn money, that was Yuan Shanshan's first impression of farmers, having grown up in the big city and never having been to the countryside.
Deploying the proverb "Hiding one's talents and biding one's time," Yang Fan humbly said: "Not really, I just messed around a bit." Yang Fan scratched the back of his head, giving a shy smile.
On the way back, Yuan Shanshan peppered him with questions, determined to get answers. This country kid who could concoct some potions and knew martial arts completely changed her perception of him.
Yang Fan patiently explained, brushing off the questions each time.
After dropping Yang Fan off at Ming Guang Group, Yuan Shanshan took off in the car; Yang Fan, still adjusting to his changed clothes, walked into the building and headed straight to Murong Yan's office.
Seeing a completely different Yang Fan standing before her, Murong Yan was quite surprised. She scrutinized him for a while before speaking: "Not bad, you finally look a bit presentable."
"What kind of comment is that." Yang Fan internally griped, certain that this woman was doing it on purpose.
"Enough, no matter the comment, just remember you're my assistant. Until we find your senior sister, do whatever I tell you. It's almost noon, go get something to eat." Murong Yan handed a stack of RMB to Yang Fan. "No spicy food, get whatever else you see fit."
Getting food wasn't an issue, but Yang Fan still asked, "When will we find my senior sister?"
Murong Yan casually replied, "Wait for my news. Finding someone isn't that simple."
Yang Fan didn't say anything more; when asking for help, there was only one way to go.
There was a restaurant not far from the building. Yang Fan had lunch there and picked up a few dishes to bring to Murong Yan's office.
Murong Yan opened the lunch box in front of her, filled with several dishes and rice, and immediately glared at Yang Fan: "What do you take me for, a laborer? You expect me to eat this?"
Seriously, so many trivial issues, I eat this myself, who do you think you are?
Holding back his irritation, Yang Fan replied, "Fine, then you tell me, Director Murong, what would you like to eat? I'll go get it."
"Go to a restaurant in the east of the city and buy their spring rolls, and add pan-fried dumplings from a restaurant on Renhui Road, just these two items."
Luckily it's just these two simple things, Yang Fan quickly left.
Watching Yang Fan leave, Murong Yan couldn't help but let out a laugh. The real show was just getting started, payback for when you bullied me as a kid.