Chapter 29: Do Not Hit Him

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Do Not Hit Him ... But hearing Yan Xiaobao say that, Xia Rou felt a subtle hint of happiness in her heart. Every woman surely likes being seen as "the standard of beauty," right? Seeing the faint smile tugging at the corners of Xia Rou’s lips, Yan Xiaobao immediately said, "Rourou, you’re so beautiful. When we get home, can you wear it and show it to me?" Xia Rou’s expression shifted slightly, and then she gave a sly smile. "Sure, I bought a new nightgown today. Once I shower back home, you can look all you want." The nightgown she just bought was thick, long, and deep purple with a round neckline, practically impenetrable. She could even wear it out to buy groceries — look all you want, hmph! Yan Xiaobao, of course, didn’t catch Xia Rou’s little scheme and eagerly quickened his pace. "Great, great, then let’s hurry home and take a shower!" The men nearby overheard the conversation between Yan Xiaobao and Xia Rou, and a wave of bitterness swept through their hearts simultaneously. This beauty is truly stunning, even better than the models on stage. Alas, the best cabbage has been taken by the pigs... New nightgown... shower... look all you want... boohoo... this dose of public display of affection is too much to bear... Yan Xiaobao pulled Xia Rou out of the crowd, but just a few steps away, an angry voice suddenly sounded behind them: "Xia Rou!" Both of them turned their heads simultaneously and saw a tall young man quickly catching up to them. "Xia Rou, I heard you returned yesterday. I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I didn’t call you. I was planning to find you today, but I didn’t expect to run into you here — what a coincidence!" The young man’s burning gaze locked onto Xia Rou, completely treating the nearby Yan Xiaobao as if he were air. Xia Rou asked politely, "Did you need something?" "Not really, it’s just... I missed..." The young man paused mid-sentence and amended, "Missed chatting over dinner with you." "Thanks, but I’d rather skip dinner. I don’t like eating out," Xia Rou replied indifferently. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now." Seeing Xia Rou turn to leave, the young man finally noticed that Xia Rou’s hand was being held by Yan Xiaobao. His eyes instantly flared with rage as he asked in a deep voice, "Xia Rou, who is he?" "Just a friend..." Xia Rou internally regretted things and hastily urged, "Don’t ask so many questions, hurry up and go mind your business..." This young man, named Luo Jianbi, was not only in the same field but also one of Xia Rou’s suitors. Xia Rou had no feelings for him whatsoever, so she had always refused to agree to any dates with him. "Just a friend?" Luo Jianbi, seeing the woman he had chased after endlessly holding another man’s hand, refused to let it go and demanded, "Holding hands in public, and just a friend? What is your relationship exactly? Tell me clearly!" Yan Xiaobao had already discerned that Luo Jianbi was up to something concerning Xia Rou, so he immediately got angry. "Hey! Is there something wrong with your brain? I’m holding my wife’s hand — what business is it of yours? Keep rambling, and I’ll give you a beating!" "Your wife?" Luo Jianbi exclaimed in shock, asking Xia Rou in disbelief, "Xia Rou, you... you... since when did you get married? No... that’s impossible! You’ve only been away for a few days, how could you have gotten married?" To make Luo Jianbi give up and to avoid Yan Xiaobao beating people up, Xia Rou admitted, "That’s right, I am married. Just while I was away these few days, I got engaged to him." Luo Jianbi heard this and his anger exploded. He roared, "Xia Rou! How could you do this? I’ve chased you for so long, and you didn’t even let me touch your hand. You leave town for a few days, and now you’re... you’re engaged to this young man? Are you blind? What does this young man have that I don’t?" "Hey!" Yan Xiaobao got upset as well. "You’re the blind one! How can this young man be inferior to your grumpy old mug?" Though there were alluring models in lingerie nearby, Luo Jianbi’s yelling still drew a crowd of onlookers. Upon hearing Yan Xiaobao’s reply, they all chuckled. "Does this guy not realize ’young man’ is an insult? He actually acknowledges himself as one." "Bro, you don’t get it, huh? Nowadays, everything revolves around appearances. ’Young men’ and ’fresh faces’ are both in high demand." "Exactly. He’s handsome, clearly capable of living off his looks — why rely on talent?" "Uh... now that you mention it, it does seem to make some sense." The earlier speaker glanced at Yan Xiaobao’s fair skin, radiant like jade, then at Luo Jianbi’s livid expression. They nodded, "Now that you point it out, that young man really does look more pleasing to the eye than the old, angry one." "You little brat!" Luo Jianbi, furious, his face contorted with rage, pointed at Yan Xiaobao and yelled, "Dare to steal my woman? I’ll beat you till you see how ’good’ looking you really are!" "Great! I’d love to see what’s worth looking at," Yan Xiaobao replied joyfully. Earlier on the bus, a random girl had wanted to mess with him, and now here was a random guy doing it. This day had been a lot of fun. "Don’t hit him!" Xia Rou was panicked. Luo Jianbi mistakenly thought Xia Rou was protecting Yan Xiaobao and became even more hateful. While rolling up his sleeves, he growled, "The more you defend him, the harsher I’ll be. Today, I’ll turn this ’young man’ into a ’flower-faced boy’!" "I wasn’t talking to you!" Xia Rou snapped at Luo Jianbi before tightly gripping Yan Xiaobao’s hands, pleading urgently, "Can you stop hitting people? Isn’t life troublesome enough as it is?" Luo Jianbi froze, realizing that Xia Rou wasn’t defending her young man, but rather pleading with the young man not to hit him instead... Yan Xiaobao shook his head firmly, refusing. "He dares insult my Rourou, and even says he’ll turn me into a flower-faced boy. Of course I have to teach him a lesson — this way, he’ll never dare insult you again. Don’t worry, Rourou; I’ll knock him down with just two punches, easy peasy." "No!" Xia Rou desperately hugged Yan Xiaobao’s arm, blurting out in a panic, "If you hit him, I... I won’t wear the nightgown for you to see!" "Uh..." Yan Xiaobao could feel the wonderful, soft touch on his arm and wavered. Watching Rourou wear the nightgown was obviously more entertaining than fighting with the angry old man over there. Luo Jianbi froze upon hearing Xia Rou’s words, nearly spitting blood in fury. Xia Rou’s beautiful face, her graceful and curvy figure, had always been the stuff of his daydreams, his deepest desires. He’d spent half a year pursuing her relentlessly, yet hadn’t even managed so much as to hold her hand. And now, this young man had already gotten ahead of him. Luo Jianbi was consumed with anger, hate, and jealousy. His resentment surged as he snapped, "Xia Rou! I must’ve been blind! I thought you were a decent, self-respecting woman, but turns out you’re so shameless! So disgraceful! Forget the damn nightgown — why not just run naked and let the entire world see what an indecent tramp you are!" ... [Please support with follows, recommendations, and donations!] ... This content is taken from (f)reewe(b)novel.com