Chapter 43: The Script Is Wrong

"Tongtong, those two really have no manners, hitting so hard—easy, Tongtong."

The pretty boy beside Ma Qitong howled in pain.

"Serves you right. Who told you to run your mouth and call people poor? Look at you now—got beaten."

Ma Qitong applied medicine while complaining impatiently.

If he hadn't cursed strangers for no reason, would they have beaten him up?

The pretty boy wanted to cry but had no tears—those two had looked like honest folks, or losers.

He'd bullied plenty of people like that; no matter how he cursed them, nothing ever happened to him.

Besides, his car had broken down so he couldn't leave, and his fiancée was disgusted with him—he was already in a foul mood.

He happened to see two people who looked easy to bully walking over, so he wanted to curse them a couple of times to vent.

But who would have thought that the moment the words "poor ghost" left his mouth, that honest-looking man slapped him across the face.

The blow made him see stars, and before he could recover, that lewd-looking man kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying more than two meters away.

Last night's dinner was kicked out by that blow, but the two clearly had no intention of letting him off there—they beat him viciously for a full hour.

After the two left, his legs had already gone numb—because they were broken.

After leaving, Zhang Chu'an said excitedly to Guo Jing:

"Guo Jing, this is the first time I've realized how good it feels to hit someone, and even better that we beat him up like that without any legal consequences."

Would that pretty boy dare report it to the police? What a joke—a drug dealer's son going to the police station to file a report, isn't that asking for death?

Guo Jing also nodded in agreement: "I think when Nie Huaishang and the others arrive later, things will be much easier—after all, that pretty boy should behave himself."

"Tongtong, I told you long ago not to drive yourself, but you wouldn't listen. Now look—the car's broken, and my leg is broken too."

Seeing that Ma Qitong had been tinkering with the car for a long time without fixing it, the pretty boy began wailing in pain again.

And Ma Qitong, after working on the car for so long, was already irritated; listening to the pretty boy wailing and carrying on, she could no longer stand it:

"If you keep crying like that, I'll leave you behind and walk away."

Hearing Ma Qitong's words, the pretty boy immediately stopped crying and pleaded:

"Don't go, Tongtong. I promise I won't bother you anymore. Please, please don't leave me behind."

His legs were broken now and he couldn't walk. If Ma Qitong left him here in this desolate wilderness, by nightfall wolves might carry him off.

Ma Qitong was only saying it casually—she wouldn't really leave him here.

So she kept focusing on fixing the car, but with her ability she simply couldn't repair it. The two could only hope Ma Qitong would somehow fix the car by accident.

"Brother, why are you sitting on the ground? It's so cold."

Nie Huaishang, walking over from a distance, asked the pretty boy curiously.

That question left the pretty boy wanting to cry but having no tears—he wasn't sitting on the ground by choice; his legs had been broken.

Nie Huaishang and Zhang Xiaofan watched the pretty boy's state and were about to die laughing inside.

They had long known that the pretty boy's mouth had gotten him in trouble and Zhang Chu'an's group had broken his legs.

So they deliberately asked him why he was sitting on the ground—watching his helpless, tearless expression was simply too delightful.

Ma Qitong beside them said impatiently: "Don't mind him. The guy just ran his mouth and got his legs broken."

Hearing Ma Qitong's words, the two really couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny? What's there to laugh at? Believe it or not, once I get out of here I'll kill you two. Do you believe it?"

The pretty boy threatened the two, both embarrassed and furious.

Hearing this, Nie Huaishang looked at the pretty boy with a trace of a smile.

"What, you don't believe it?"

The pretty boy asked timidly.

"I believe it, of course I believe it. Since you'll kill me after you get out, wouldn't it be better if I kill you right now?"

After speaking, Nie Huaishang's face turned grim as he drew the dagger at his waist and slowly walked toward the pretty boy.

"Don't kill me! I have money—as long as you don't kill me, I'll give you a lot of money."

Seeing that Nie Huaishang was going to kill him, the pretty boy was so scared he soiled himself and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"You may indeed be very rich, but how can I be sure you'll let me go? Money is good, sure, but you need to be alive to spend it."

Nie Huaishang tapped the pretty boy's face with the knife and asked softly.

Today's script is a bit different. In the past, when he arrogantly cursed and threatened others, weren't they all meek and polite, apologizing to him?

Every time he shouted about killing someone, didn't they hurry to kneel and apologize? Why has it changed today?

First, two "poor ghosts" he cursed broke both his legs.

Then a "loser" threatened to kill him because of his threats.

And this desolate wilderness—truly a place where you can call out to heaven and get no answer, call out to earth and get no response.

"Heh, just a little joke with you—no need to be this scared. Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. But a temperament like yours needs to change, or you'll suffer for it later."

Nie Huaishang stood up, patted his shoulder, and comforted him softly.

Seeing this, Ma Qitong also breathed a sigh of relief—after all, if Nie Huaishang killed the pretty boy, he might silence her too.

Nie Huaishang looked at the car and asked the still-terrified Ma Qitong:

"Miss, I see you won't be able to fix it for a while. How about I help you repair the car?"

"Really? That's wonderful."

After her pleasant surprise, Ma Qitong agreed without a moment's hesitation.

Nie Huaishang quickly got to work, focusing on repairing the car. Ma Qitong watched him quietly and noticed the man in front of her was quite handsome.

And when he had threatened the pretty boy earlier, the aura he showed was no less than that of her admired father and third brother.

Zhang Xiaofan, who had taken all this in, sent a message in the group chat.

Zhang Xiaofan: "Congratulations to our Huaishang on gaining a little fangirl."

Guo Jing: "Ma Qitong has taken a fancy to Huaishang?"

Nie Huaishang: "Xiaofan, don't scare me?"

Nie Huaishang quickly turned his head to look at Ma Qitong; the girl's gaze toward him was full of affection.

Nie Huaishang's heart instantly grew half cold. With how he looked just now, shouldn't Ma Qitong be afraid now? Why does she still take a fancy to me?

Nie Huaishang quickly finished repairing the car and was about to take Zhang Xiaofan away from this place of trouble, but Ma Qitong blocked him with one hand:

"It's almost dark. Are you still going to walk? Get in my car; let's go to the county town together."

"That doesn't seem appropriate."

Zhang Xiaofan said in a sarcastic tone.

"What's inappropriate about it? Get in the car."

Ma Qitong said cheerfully.

Much like the original plot, Nie Huaishang took Xiao Zhuang's place to drive.

All the way, Ma Qitong talked to Nie Huaishang with great enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Nie Huaishang drove while responding to Ma Qitong with a blank expression.

And on the chat group, Zhang Chu'an and Guo Jing frantically @'d Zhang Xiaofan.

After all, Nie Huaishang was currently capturing Ma Qitong's heart; they couldn't distract his attention.