Chapter 10: The Running Bull

  "Give me some more money, I don't have enough to eat!" Qian Guibao's eyes greedily stared at the fullness of Miao Jingjing's chest, and his own certain part was also itching to move.

  "I just gave you 1,000 yuan on Wednesday!" Miao Jingjing said angrily.

  "Really? I don't quite remember, anyway now I need money to eat, otherwise you close the door now and accompany me to eat, hehe!" Qian Guibao's eyes scanned up and down Miao Jingjing's beautiful figure, his desire revealed without a trace of concealment.

  "I'm not interested in having dinner with you!" Miao Jingjing looked at Qian Guibao with a gaze full of disgust.

  "Then give me money, not much, just three thousand today." Qian Guibao said shamelessly.

  "Qian Guibao, how shameless are you! Can't you go out and earn your own money? A grown man still wants me, a woman, to support him!" Miao Jingjing's face was red with indignation.

  "What's wrong with being shameless? If I don't help you spend the money, are you going to use it to keep a young mistress? I'll help you spend it all, and then you definitely won't have any money left to keep a young mistress." Qian Guibao said with a self-satisfied smile.

  "You... you're spitting blood! Miao Jingjing was so angry that her hands were shaking, she looked around at the onlookers for help, but no one dared to speak up for her, and when they saw her looking over, they all dodged away."

  This Guibao has caused trouble at the flower shop many times before, and many people know he's a jerk. Normal people don't want to mess with him. The last few times Miao Jingjing called the police, but even when they arrived, they couldn't do anything about him. After several instances, even the police who received the calls were somewhat perfunctory.

  "Miao Jingjing, hand over the money quickly. If you don't give it to me, don't blame me for revealing your secrets!" Qian Guibao sneered as he issued his final ultimatum.

  Miao Jing couldn't tolerate being framed with some unfounded charges. Just as she was about to speak up and say "What's wrong with me? You'd better make it clear!", a lazy voice came from the crowd: "Hey, you're asking a woman for money, aren't you ashamed? Why don't I just give you my money instead?"

  Everyone looked and found it was just a teenager in his early teens.

  "Who are you?" Qian Guibao turned his head and looked at the young man. "I'm asking a woman for money, what's it got to do with you!"

  "My name is Xingchen, the star of bad luck, the Chen of timing." Xingchen chuckled and flicked a coin at Qian Guibao with his middle finger, "You ran into me at this hour, which means your luck is bad. However, I'm still willing to use money to solve problems, hurry up!"

  Qian Guibao heard the word "money" and subconsciously stretched out his hand, but a sharp pain came over him, and he suddenly let out a loud cry like a pig being slaughtered: "Ah...... it hurts me to death......"

  "Little brat, what did you use to sneak up on me?" Qian Guibao clutched his painful hand and glared at Xingchen with a fierce expression.

  Xingchen slowly walked up to him, first bending down to pick up the coins on the ground, then turning around to face Qian Guibao, using his thumb to flick the coin into the air, and with a swift slap, he slapped Qian Guibao's face.

  "How can you say I'm ambushing you? You're the one who's losing face! This is a fair and square beating!" Xingchen said with a straight face. After he finished speaking, the coins in mid-air finally fell down, and Xingchen casually reached out to grab them, catching them in his hand.

  "You, you dare to hit me?!" Qian Guibao covered his burning fat face, looking at Xingchen in disbelief. That slap was a bit too hard, making him dizzy and staggering, but he still had a tough mouth.

  With a slap, Xingchen slapped Qian Guibao's other cheek again. "I'm just hitting you, what are you afraid of?"

  "I'll beat you to death!" Qian Guibao finally reacted, furiously roaring and charging at Xingchen with two clenched fists.

  Xingchen lifted one foot and kicked it into Qian Guibao's chest. Qian Guibao stumbled backward several steps, let out a miserable cry, and fell to the ground.

  Onlookers watched with their eyes wide open and mouths agape. This young man looked slender in build, but his strength was truly impressive! The stout Qian Guobao weighed at least 140 pounds, yet he was kicked down by him with just one foot.

  "Miao Jingjing, you dare to order that little white face to hit me? I'm not done with you!" Qian Guibao got up from the ground and, unable to beat Xingchen, pointed at Miao Jingjing and scolded loudly.

  A loud and mournful cry rang out again, Qian Guibao flew out several meters away, colliding with a large tree behind him. It turned out that Xingchen saw he wasn't afraid of death, so he gave him another kick.

  This time after getting up, Qian Guibao didn't dare to say a word more, got up and ran towards the school gate, that speed was like a madly running bull. Saved a beauty as his wife.