Chapter 43: Stars Flashing in Her Eyes

Seeing Zhou Kun, that piece of work, nodding in agreement, Lu Daye and Xue Daye standing nearby were both speechless.

If he was going to be this reasonable, why the hell was he making such a scene just a moment ago!

He really is a damn rascal; he only feels comfortable after getting a beating.

Zhou Kun, however, acted as if it were only natural. He looked at Ning Weiguo and his wife, scratched his head, and chuckled, "Brother Weiguo, I'm just a brute. I was in the wrong earlier; please, a man of your stature shouldn't hold a grudge against a small person like me."

Lu Daye had originally wanted to step in and mediate, but who would have thought that Zhou Kun's cleverness would kick in and he would take the initiative to apologize to Ning Weiguo.

Seeing Zhou Kun's sycophantic behavior for the first time, it nearly made him throw out his old back.

But on second thought, it made sense; no matter how much of a brute Zhou Kun was, he was still someone who scraped a living on the streets, and reading people's expressions and speaking obsequiously were just part of his daily routine.

In the past, he acted like a thug in the Dazayuan simply because he felt no one in the courtyard was worth him putting on that kind of face.

Thinking this through, Lu Daye couldn't help but curl his lip, then turned to look at Ning Weidong.

Zhou Kun also looked at Ning Weidong: "Dongzi, I was wrong just now. We're brothers; I shouldn't have doubted you. If you're still not satisfied, feel free to hit me a few more times."

Ning Weidong gave a hollow laugh; a person like Zhou Kun was a street-hardened rogue, and he had no intention of getting deeply involved with him.

Zhou Kun, meanwhile, seized the opportunity to climb the pole, not caring in the slightest about the loss of face from being knocked down by Ning Weidong's punch. He leaned in and said, "Brother Weiguo, you're well-educated. Could you help me analyze which grandson spread this rumor?"

Ning Weiguo didn't care to deal with this guy, so he simply looked at Ning Weidong.

Since Ning Weidong had caused the situation, he should naturally be the one to handle the aftermath.

If this were in the past, Ning Weiguo would certainly have taken over, but now, the things Ning Weidong had displayed gave him expectations he hadn't had before, and naturally, his requirements were different too.

Ning Weidong saw what his older brother meant and took over the conversation: "Actually, it's simple." As he spoke, he looked at Lu Daye and Xue Daye: "You two elders, didn't this matter first spread right here in our courtyard?"

The two nodded.

"Then it must be someone from the courtyard." Ning Weidong looked at Zhou Kun with certainty: "Everyone in our courtyard knows what kind of person you are, Brother Zhou. Even if the vast majority of them knew, they wouldn't go out of their way to spread it."

Zhou Kun nodded; he still had some confidence in that point.

At least until today, no one in the courtyard dared to provoke him easily.

As for the future, he wasn't afraid either; if he couldn't beat Ning Weidong, he could damn well beat others.

Ning Weidong continued: "So... you think about who in our courtyard is at odds with you, and that's likely who did it."

Zhou Kun frowned, his expression unreadable, and he squeezed a name through his teeth: "Wang Zipeng! It must be that grandson!"

Seeing him like this, Xue Daye from the back courtyard couldn't help but get anxious: "Kunzi, there's no proof for this..."

Originally, Xue Daye was just going through the motions today; whether they fought until their heads were split open wasn't the back courtyard's business.

Who would have thought it would end up dragging Wang Zipeng into it.

The Wang Family lived in the back courtyard; if Zhou Kun really kept making a scene, it would be his headache.

But Zhou Kun wasn't stupid; he had just been taught a lesson by Ning Weidong, his stomach still hurt, and he had no strength in his limbs.

Now was not the time for a hard fight; he had to conserve his energy and find another opportunity.

He and Wang Zipeng had been fighting since they were kids; they could be called mortal enemies.

Wang Zipeng was tall and sturdy, and his fighting ability was not weak.

Otherwise, he would have been beaten into submission by Zhou Kun long ago, and the two wouldn't have been fighting for all these years.

"Xue Daye, don't worry, I'll give you face today and won't go after that grandson, but next time..." Zhou Kun took the chance to trade a favor with Xue Daye and apologized to Ning Weiguo once more, finally ending the disturbance.

Returning to the side courtyard, Wang Yuzhen asked with concern: "Weidong, you didn't get hurt just now, did you?"

She wasn't like some women who were overly fussy regardless of the time or place.

There were outsiders present just now, so she couldn't speak up and weaken their own stance.

Ning Weidong smiled: "Sister-in-law, it's nothing. He didn't even touch the corner of my clothes."

Wang Yuzhen smiled too: "You rascal, you have to be careful in the future and stay away from that kind of brute."

Ning Weidong said, "Got it."

If it were the original owner, he would have been awkward and, upon hearing such words, would have retorted even if he knew she was right in his heart. He wouldn't have understood that Wang Yuzhen was his sister-in-law, not his mother; there were some things and some matters she didn't have to say, do, or care about regarding him.

At the same time, the entire Dazayuan was talking about Ning Weidong.

The Ning Family's third son had been famous for being able to fight before, but he was young after all, and having been in the Northeast for several years, he was far less intimidating than Zhou Kun.

Bai Fengyu and Bai Fengqin were also in the crowd just now.

Bai Fengqin still had the temperament of a young girl.

In this era, men fighting was a common occurrence, and social norms were quite tolerant of it; as long as it didn't result in death or severe injury and disability, it rarely alarmed the Police Station.

It was nothing like later generations, where people tried every means to tame a man's wildness, and one had to consider if their bank balance was enough to pay for damages before throwing a punch.

"Sister, has Ning Weidong practiced martial arts? Why is he so amazing~ I didn't even see what happened, and that big guy was already on the ground..." Bai Fengqin was beaming with excitement, gesturing as she spoke, stars flashing in her eyes.

She had completely forgotten that just yesterday she called Ning Weidong a blockhead with no brains.

Bai Fengyu didn't think much of it; she had long since passed that age, and in her view, being able to fight didn't count as being all that impressive.

But she had to admit, the scene just now of Ning Weidong standing there, looking down at Zhou Kun who was sprawled on the ground, was still quite moving.

However, she had no time to think about such things.

Ning Weidong had traveled here and suddenly taken back the two hundred yuan raised from the Black Signature Society, leaving Bai Fengyu in a real bind.

The deadline was only a few days away.

Thinking of this, Bai Fengyu took a deep breath and looked toward the back courtyard with a conflicted expression.

The next day, Thursday.

After a night had passed, people went back to their business.

Yesterday's events were only occasionally mentioned as a topic of conversation.

Whether Zhou Kun hadn't fully recovered or was too embarrassed to show his face, he didn't take his vehicle out all morning.

As for Bai Fengqin, when she left to go to school, she glanced at the earthquake shelter where Ning Weidong lived, pouted, flicked her braid, and walked away.

Ning Weidong was off duty today and slept until nine o'clock before he was woken up by the urge to urinate.

It was really because that kid Ning Lei was like a broken record last night, asking incessantly: "Third Uncle, did you really hit Zhou Kun? Third Uncle, was it really just one punch? Third Uncle, how did you hit him? Show me. Third Uncle... Third Uncle..."

When the incident happened, Ning Lei had been ordered to stay at home and hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock at night that the kid finally shut his mouth.

Ning Weidong rubbed his eyes and turned over in bed, which let out a "creak."

Ning Lei didn't know where he had run off to play.

The stove in the room had gone out, and Ning Weidong really didn't want to leave the warm quilt, but with a belly full of urine, he had to get up.

Besides, there was still the matter with An Ning.

Quickly putting on his clothes, Ning Weidong draped his cotton-padded overcoat over his shoulders and pushed open the door, and was immediately met with a gust of cold wind.

The cold made him shrink his neck, and he hurriedly pulled his overcoat tight, preparing to go outside to the toilet.

But just as he reached the courtyard gate, someone called out to him: "Weidong, wait~"

Ning Weidong turned his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue Zhongshan Suit and black-rimmed glasses walking quickly from the direction of the backyard.

He couldn't help but be surprised: "Oh, Section Chief Liu!"

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