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You all better behave, today is Oleg's big day.
A few of Xiao Nianqing sighed and changed the subject, slowly chatting. There were many guests today, and the men in the village were idly chatting nearby, watching their wives, daughters, and elders eat and drink. Once they finished, they could sit down and enjoy a drink themselves.
The eldest couple followed Xu Haigui back to Huaxia. Currently, all the announcements on Da Mao's side had been completed. They had specially arranged for a three-month tourist visa, planning to enjoy their time in Huaxia.
The ranch returned to its quiet state. The eldest couple was already married, which relieved him of two concerns. Lao San had given up hope; these days he seemed to want to stick to those young girls every moment he could.
Lao Si and Old Five appeared to have many more years before marriage. However, Peter might get married in the next two or three years; his relationship with Lisa was quite stable, and Andrei and Natasha were pleased with it.
Lisa was not only learning what she needed at school but also self-studying nursing and nutrition, intending to be the supportive woman behind Peter. Peter woke up early every day to exercise before heading to school, then continued training at the boxing gym after classes, only returning home around eight or nine in the evening.
Zhuo Ya had been trying to cheer up Irina these past few days. The young girl was quite unhappy with Zhuo Ya's wandering eyes. As they walked down the street towards the mall, Zhuo Ya said, "Don't be angry, okay? I'll take you to eat your favorite ice cream."
"Hmph."
Irina twisted her body, pouting: "You always do this! Last week I saw you during break time, hugging Sana from the next class as you went downstairs. You said you only liked me! If it weren't for Uncle, I would have ignored you long ago."
"Alright, alright! It’s my fault; I’ll change from now on."
Zhuo Ya focused on talking to Irina and didn’t notice the two men walking towards them. They inevitably bumped into each other. Zhuo Ya frowned slightly as she stared at the man who had collided with her. His face was flushed red, and the cold wind carried a pungent smell of alcohol and body odor that invaded her and Irina’s nostrils.
"Do you not watch where you're going?"
"This is such a wide road; did you bump into me on purpose? Do you think I don’t know?"
Zhuo Ya pulled Irina behind her and glared at the Drunkard in front of her. The man beside him looked at Zhuo Ya and then at the frightened Irina behind her. A lewd glint flashed in his eyes: "You little brat bumped into us, and you're still acting tough? Do you believe—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhuo Ya kicked him in the groin and punched another Drunkard in the face, causing both men to stagger back. The one who got kicked fell to his knees, clutching himself and gasping for breath.
The other Drunkard was pinned down by Zhuo Ya as she rained punches on him while cursing him with every insult imaginable. The man clutching himself watched his beaten companion and then turned his gaze towards the silent girl standing in front of him. He gritted his teeth and lunged at Irina, thinking that if he could take her hostage, he wouldn’t have to worry about the other one acting recklessly.
"What do you want?"
Irina was terrified by the man's fierce expression and quickly stepped back a few paces. She pulled out a small gun from her down jacket pocket: "If you come any closer, I’ll shoot!"
"You dare?"
The Drunkard grinned wickedly as he reached for Irina's hair. At that moment, Zhuo Ya hurriedly got up to grab the other Drunkard but was held back by the man beneath her who clutched her calf tightly. Frantically kicking at him, she shouted: "Let go! Let go of me!"
"Ah!"
Seeing the man lunging at her, Irina closed her eyes in fear and kept pulling the trigger: "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The Drunkard looked incredulous as he glanced down at himself. His legs went weak as he collapsed in front of Irina, his body twitching sporadically.
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