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He Feng and Zhang Ming exchanged knowing glances, a mischievous smile creeping onto their faces. They turned to Yang Qianfan, their voices rising in mockery as they shouted, “You want us to save that Dwarf Winter Melon, Zhu Hui? Stop dreaming! Why don’t we just wait until someone beats her to death and then go collect her body?” With that, they pretended to shoo Dong Xiwen and the others away.
Their loud voices caught Yang Qianfan's attention. Upon hearing that Zhu Hui was in danger, he immediately dropped his basketball and rushed over, anxiously shouting, “What do you mean? Zhu Hui has been kidnapped?”
“Yeah! It’s about time that wretched Dwarf Winter Melon got what she deserved,” Zhang Ming chimed in maliciously from the side.
“Shut your mouth! You’re the one who deserves punishment!” Yang Qianfan spat angrily, kicking Zhang Ming before turning urgently to Dong Xiwen. “Who took her? Hurry!”
“I don’t know. I just know those people seemed to recognize you. I thought you might know them.”
“What do they look like?”
“I can’t remember clearly, but I know there was a fat guy among them.”
“A fat guy? Could it be He Feng?” The mention of a “fat guy” instinctively made Yang Qianfan think of He Feng.
“Hey… hey… I’ve been with you the whole time! How could you suspect me? That’s ridiculous!” He Feng exclaimed in alarm.
“If it’s not you, then who else could it be?” Yang Qianfan was growing increasingly frantic.
Seeing Yang Qianfan in such a state, He Feng wanted to help. He thought for a moment and then asked Dong Xiwen, “Does this fat guy have a scar on his face?”
Dong Xiwen rolled his eyes in thought and suddenly remembered that the fat guy did indeed have a faint scar on his face. He nodded vigorously.
“I know who that fat guy is now,” He Feng said thoughtfully.
“Who is it? Hurry up!” Yang Qianfan urged, gripping He Feng’s neck and shaking him desperately.
“If I’m not mistaken, the fat guy she mentioned should be the thug known as Fatty Awei, who hangs around the Xinhua Home area.”
“So it’s him.” Yang Qianfan raised his fist, his eyes blazing with fury. “That damn guy! This time, I’m going to rip his tendons out and use them as a belt.” With that, he led a group of people to rescue Zhu Hui.
After some inquiries, they finally learned from a friend that Fatty Awei had indeed kidnapped a girl and was spotted near the Universal Swimming Pool. Upon receiving this information, they quickly rushed to the area and found Fatty Awei in an abandoned factory nearby.
Seeing Yang Qianfan and his group storm in with such intensity, Awei was taken aback. He hurriedly approached them with a fawning smile and asked, “Fan Ge, long time no see! What brings you here?”
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Qianfan landed a punch squarely on his face, catching him completely off guard. Awei staggered back several steps before losing his balance and crashing to the ground.
“Where have you hidden Zhu Hui? If you don’t tell me, I’ll take your life,” Yang Qianfan demanded, slapping him across the face several times without mercy.
“Inside… inside,” Awei stammered, terrified as he pointed towards a room deeper in the factory.
Following his point direction, Yang Qianfan saw that there was indeed an inner room. Furious, he kicked Awei a few times and stamped his foot on his face, leaving an imprint of his Nike shoe before charging towards the inner room. He kicked open the door and found several Tough Girls beating someone with sticks. Just as he was about to rush over, someone suddenly blocked his path—it was none other than Liu Xi, Zhu Hui’s classmate.
“I know you’re not someone to mess with, but this doesn’t concern you. It’s best if you don’t interfere,” Liu Xi warned him.
“Doesn’t concern me?” Yang Qianfan was enraged at Liu Xi for daring to stand in his way. Without hesitation, he kicked Liu Xi down to the ground and stepped over him dramatically, rushing towards the group of Tough Girls. He pushed them aside in a panic and saw Zhu Hui tied up on the ground, unable to move. Her mouth was taped shut, preventing her from speaking, and her clothes were torn apart, revealing her bruised skin—she looked terrible. When Zhu Hui saw Yang Qianfan had truly come to save her, tears welled up in her eyes from overwhelming emotion. Unable to speak due to the tape on her mouth, she struggled fiercely on the ground, signaling for Yang Qianfan to rescue her quickly. Seeing her battered face filled Yang Qianfan with anguish; he wished he could slice Liu Xi into pieces and feed him to pigs.
Yang Qianfan hurriedly untied Zhu Hui and ripped off the tape from her mouth. Suddenly, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “I was so scared; I thought I would really die like this.”
“Don’t be afraid; it’s all over now.” Yang Qianfan held her tightly in his embrace, comforting her with heartfelt concern.
The people around them were left speechless as they witnessed the embrace between the two, especially Fatty Awei, who was struck like a bolt from the blue. He never expected that Zhu Hui actually knew Yang Qianfan, and their relationship was anything but ordinary. Seeing Yang Qianfan so tenderly caring for Zhu Hui, he momentarily forgot about settling scores with him. In a desperate attempt to extricate himself from this mess for self-preservation, he betrayed Liu Xi, berating him harshly and severing ties before hastily leaving with his group.
Yang Qianfan removed his own jacket and draped it over Zhu Hui's shoulders, helping her out of the dilapidated factory. Outside, he gently tended to her wounds, applying medicine with such focus that he didn't dare blink, as if afraid to break her. Zhu Hui felt her cheeks flush at the intensity of his gaze.
"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you blush like this," Yang Qianfan remarked, giving her a meaningful smile.
"Is... is that so?" Zhu Hui replied, forcing a stiff smile before quickly lowering her head without hesitation.
"I remember the last time you blushed like this was at my birthday party last year," Yang Qianfan recalled with a chuckle, his eyes reflecting a hint of nostalgia.
At the mention of last year's birthday party, Zhu Hui's heart tightened, and her smile vanished in an instant. She lowered her head and fell silent.
"Zhu Hui, I wouldn’t save you without reason. I want you to understand that everything I say and do for you from now on is not part of a bet with Hu Yuanji," Yang Qianfan said earnestly.
"I understand."
"Do you really understand?"
"Alright, I don’t want to discuss these painful topics right now," Zhu Hui said evasively, offering him a faint smile as she changed the subject. "I need to go inside and check on Liu Xi. There are some things I need to clarify with him." She stood up, intending to enter the factory in search of Liu Xi.
"No, you can’t see him right now," Yang Qianfan said anxiously, stepping in front of her to block her path.
"Why not?" Zhu Hui noticed the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and sensed that he must have done something wrong behind her back. She pressed further, "Why won’t you let me go in? Have you done something you shouldn’t have?"
"I... I’ve been with you all this time. Do you really think I would do something behind your back?" Yang Qianfan stammered.
“Really?” Zhu Hui looked at him with suspicion. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, she dashed past him and into the factory to investigate. She was taken aback by what she saw: Liu Xi was stripped bare, tied up on the ground, and beaten to a pulp by the group brought by Yang Qianfan. Blood streamed from his seven orifices, and his face was so battered that it was unrecognizable. Upon seeing this, Zhu Hui instinctively covered her eyes, feeling ashamed as she stepped back repeatedly. Anger surged within her as she turned around, only to find Yang Qianfan standing at the doorway, directly in her line of sight. Without a second thought, she slapped him hard across the face and shouted at him in outrage, “How could you do this?”
“Hey, you’re not even the class monitor anymore…” Yang Qianfan said, covering his stinging cheek, visibly angry.
“Even if I’m not his class monitor now, he’s still my classmate! How can you insult him like this? What you’re doing is no different from being a thug!” Zhu Hui interrupted him, tears welling up in her eyes.
Yang Qianfan felt wronged; he had saved her only for her to turn against him. Not only did she hit him, but she also called him a thug. This thought made his anger boil over as he shouted back, “Fine! I’m a thug! You’re so noble! From now on, don’t bother with me, this thug!” After shouting, he kicked over a nearby oil barrel in frustration and stormed off with his group.
Seeing Liu Xi tied up and unable to move, Zhu Hui wanted to help him untie the ropes. However, realizing that he was completely naked made her hesitant; as a girl, it felt inappropriate to approach him. After a moment of hesitation, she mustered her courage and half-covered her eyes while loosening the ropes around Liu Xi. Once she had freed him, she immediately turned away and sat with her back to him until he put on his clothes.
“Actually, bullying people isn’t fun at all, is it?” Zhu Hui asked as she sat on the ground.
But Liu Xi behind her didn’t respond.
“If someone gets bullied once, they’ll be bullied again and again… If a person is constantly bullied like this, just imagine how miserable they must be…” Zhu Hui’s voice suddenly choked up as she recalled Liu Xi’s mother. Overwhelmed with emotion, she trembled all over. Curling up slightly, she sniffled and tears flowed down her cheeks again. “You might not know this, but I visited your home before. Although your family is poor, your mother lived with such confidence and strength. Do you know where that confidence and strength come from? I’ll tell you—it comes from hope—hope for you. At that moment, I couldn’t bear to tell your mother about your actions at school; I couldn’t stand to see a kind mother’s hopes shattered and her confidence disappear. I even entertained the thought of helping you hide your wrongdoings until I heard about Meng Fei’s grandmother passing away. That’s when I realized that while there may be inequalities in this world, there is one thing that is absolutely equal: love. Your mother’s love for you moved me deeply, but Meng Fei’s grandmother’s love for him also struck me profoundly. It was then that I understood what bridges love—responsibility. Responsibility isn’t something we just talk about or trample underfoot; it resides in our hearts and rests upon our shoulders—it requires us to acknowledge and bear it bravely. Even though you’ve been expelled from school, I won’t pity you because this is a responsibility you must take on.” Just as Zhu Hui finished speaking, she heard a series of suffocating footsteps fading away like a gust of wind at the factory door, leaving behind only a few cold echoes before everything returned to an eerie silence. When she turned around to look back, the space behind her was empty—Liu Xi had already left.
After returning home safely without incident, she lay on her bed for a long time, her mind filled with thoughts of Liu Xi. She wondered what fate awaited him after being expelled from school. Lost in these troubling thoughts well into the night, she suddenly remembered Yang Qianfan and felt an even greater headache coming on. She didn’t know how to apologize or thank him for what had happened. Faced with these tangled issues that seemed impossible to resolve, she felt herself on the verge of breaking down as questions and exclamations swirled chaotically in her mind while watching dawn break outside her window.
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