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Chapter 96: Face
Peng Yan covered her face, blushing, and retreated inside. I stepped back, and she immediately shut the door, starting to sob quietly.
I had intended to leave, but her crying made it difficult for me to just walk away. After hesitating for a moment, I called out from outside the door, "Put on your clothes and let's talk." Then I headed to the living room, noticing a cigarette on the coffee table. I picked it up without hesitation and lit it.
Before I could finish the cigarette, Peng Yan emerged.
She had dressed neatly and sat down diagonally across from me, looking quite embarrassed. Her hands fidgeted awkwardly before finally resting properly on her lap.
"Where did Pang go?" I asked casually, placing the cigarette in the ashtray without looking at her.
"He went to West City District; he won't be back for two or three days."
"Did your brother go to help him?"
"No, he just ran off and hasn't come back since."
"Oh."
"I'll get you a cup of tea."
"No need; I'll just say a few words and then leave."
"Brother Qi, I'm... I'm scared being home alone."
I ignored her words and said seriously, "Peng Yan, I consider Fat to be my only brother. If anything happens to him, I won't stand by idly. So you better get along well with him, or don't blame me for being rude."
"Brother Qi... what rumors have you heard?" she asked.
"Nothing."
Peng Yan stood up, took a few steps, glanced at me, and hesitated before stopping. "Brother Qi, actually, I liked you at first..."
"Stop right there; let's not bring up old stories." I stood up to leave.
Suddenly, Peng Yan lunged at me and hugged me tightly. "Brother Qi, I like you. You have a manly charm. I don't feel anything for Fat. Peng Hai is missing, and he doesn't care or even look for him. As a woman, I've been asking around everywhere but haven't found anything."
Peng Yan was hugging me from behind; her chest was quite large, and I could feel her warmth against my back. However, instead of feeling comfortable, I felt disgusted. I pried her fingers off one by one and said coldly, "Peng Yan, you are my sister-in-law; please respect yourself." Then I quickly walked to the door without looking back.
Just as I reached the door, Peng Yan suddenly dashed out and grabbed me, shouting, "Help! Ma Qi is being a rogue!" While shouting, she tore her own clothes apart, revealing the pale skin underneath.
Her shout attracted attention from the neighbors, and soon a crowd gathered.
I shook off her hand in anger, wanting nothing more than to slap her.
At that moment, Thank You, Master approached and pushed through the crowd. "Qi came looking for me. Fat borrowed two hundred bucks from me and hasn't paid it back. I asked him to see if Fat is back. You should know your place, Wife; you know exactly what kind of person you are. Unless Qi is blind, he wouldn't get involved with you. Qi, let's go; I'm not interested in this rotten cabbage that no one wants."
The crowd erupted in laughter at Thank You, Master's words and quickly dispersed. It was clear that his words carried some weight on this street.
Peng Yan humiliated herself and felt so awkward that she wished for a crack in the ground to hide in. At Thank You, Master's invitation, I left the Funeral Home and walked far away while still feeling Peng Yan's glare on my back.
It quickly grew dark. "Thank you, Master," my son had become successful, running a motorcycle specialty shop. He was just as hospitable as "Thank you, Master." Seeing me there, he excitedly went out and bought a lot of prepared dishes. When he returned, he told us something.
"Some police from Ma Wu Funeral Home came by, looking for Brother Qi."
Finally, it had come. I had thought that those people's claws wouldn't reach this far, but it seemed that what was meant to happen had indeed happened.
I was about to leave when "Thank you, Master" stopped me. "What are you afraid of? If it comes to it, I'll testify. That Wife wouldn't dare act recklessly."
I replied, "It's not about that."
"Then what is it about?"
Just then, the television news aired a breaking story. Suddenly, I saw my face appear on the screen as the female anchor spoke in crisp standard Mandarin about the fraudster Ma Qi who had scammed and harmed people, with the victim being a gynecologist from City Hospital.
Sha Doctor!
I seemed to understand; Sha Doctor was dead, and someone was using her death to frame me.
"Thank you, Master" also looked astonished at the television. He glanced at me with his mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to say. His eyes seemed to question me, but his words were laced with humor: "I didn't expect you, Ma Qi, to make it on TV. That's a privilege most people can only dream of."
I forced a smile. "Thank you, Master, don't tease me. Right now, I feel like a rat in the street that everyone wants to hit. But do you think like them that I scammed and harmed someone?"
Seeing my helpless expression, "Thank you, Master" couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter. With his booming voice, he said, "Your reputation precedes you; I don't believe anyone else could convince me otherwise. Look at your friends—who's the most reliable? Where do you want to go? I can have Xie Ke take you."
"Qin Jian suddenly turned off his phone and hasn't contacted me. Now I actually have two places I could go: one is a friend I just met recently, and the other is someone I've known for not long either. For now, I can only go to these two places. If it's convenient, Xie Ke can take me."
"Thank you, Master," I said, as we spoke inside the house. I thought about Xie Ke outside; if there was anything important, he would notify us. Sure enough, it wasn't long before loud voices came from outside. I thought to myself, they are quick. I could hear someone speaking.
"There is no such person. I don't know anyone named Ma Qi. It's just my father and me at home. What are you looking at?" The voice belonged to Xie Ke, who was talking to someone. Without needing to open my eyes, I could guess it was a few police officers in uniform who had heard about Peng Yan being here with "Thank you, Master." They had come to find us.
"What do you plan to do?" "Thank you, Master" asked me with his deep-set eyes.
"I'm not afraid of them framing me. The key issue is that I still don't know who is behind the framing, and I'm worried that if I fall into their hands, their accusations might become reality."
"Yes, the social climate today is far worse than before. There are all sorts of crooked paths out there. If you act uprightly and justly, there's nothing to fear except for the unpredictability of people's hearts. It's better that you don't go; you need to think of a way to avoid them," "Thank you, Master" said, furrowing his brow. After a moment's thought, he gestured for me to follow him: "Go this way."
I didn't understand why "Thank you, Master" was helping me or why he trusted me so much. Perhaps it was because of my grandfather's legacy. At this point, I couldn't doubt the intentions of those willing to help me anymore. So under "Thank you, Master"'s guidance, I obediently walked toward the back.
I noticed that "Thank you, Master" had grabbed a thick rope at some point and handed me a pair of half-rubber gloves. This was the second floor; I understood his intention clearly—he wanted me to climb down from the second floor. I knew very well that if I wasn't careful going down from such a height, I could easily get injured.
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