Chapter 340: The Soft‑waisted Educated Youth Is Spoiled Rotten by the Boyfriend 03

Jin Chen turned around and saw his original body's uncle already standing beside his mother Gui Fang; both of their faces showed emotion and guilt.

But all previous blame and accusation were gone.

His relationship with the family was also a major matter weighing on his original self's mind.

He was a quiet type, having since childhood gotten used to swallowing everything inside himself, so he wouldn't tell his mother and uncle that his change was to protect them.

In their eyes, it was just the formerly obedient, well-behaved child suddenly turning rebellious.

Jin Chen was not like that.

So those remarks just now weren't only for those people to hear; they were also to explain to his mother and uncle why he had become this way.

"Chenzi, come in to eat."

Gui Fang wiped away her tears; thousands of words condensed into just this sentence, and she didn't say anything else.

"All right." Jin Chen smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

As they entered the house, Gui Hua patted Jin Chen's shoulder, her eye sockets red.

"You little brat, you're an adult now."

Jin Chen helped him inside to sit down, saying, "Uncle, I've been an adult for a while—I even turned twenty last year."

"You don't understand; that's not what I meant." Gui Hua pointed with her chin at his sister, saying, "It means you've matured, knowing how to protect mother and uncle with the right methods."

Upon hearing that, Gui Fang wanted to cry again; she hastily turned her face away, swallowed a mouthful of rice, and choked out, "Hurry up and eat, or the dishes will get cold."

"Right, Mom, this afternoon I'll go to the south of the village to pick some oranges; I saw a few days ago that the wild fruit trees there have sprouted, and if we wait longer they'll probably be picked clean."

"Fine, go pick some and bring it back to eat." Gui Fang had no doubt, got up, took a large basket from the kitchen, and gave it to Jin Chen.

After lunch, Jin Chen hurried to see his wife, grabbing the basket and heading out, not minding the midday sun.

Now every household's rice has been gathered from the fields and is drying on the threshing ground; it's also the slack season, the air seeming to show floating dust from rice chaff, cicadas calling loudly in the grass and trees, and the breeze blowing in is hot.

Only such good sunshine can dry the rice to a fragrant crisp.

The plot has now progressed to the third day after Mo Zhinan was falsely accused of stealing money and returned from the struggle session; his fever has subsided, but his body has become even more frail as a result.

Following his memory to Mo Zhinan's house in the south, Jin Chen had just climbed the slope when he sensed a familiar presence, prompting him to quicken his pace.

But what he heard was not just one person's voice.

【Detected: world's plot villain, currently Blackening Value 70; mission requirement: reduce Blackening Value to zero, change the villain's tragic ending.】

Stepping outside the courtyard, he saw three youths blocking Mo Zhinan opposite them, looking quite fierce and menacing.

Mo Zhinan's arm bore obvious wounds, still bleeding continuously.

Jin Chen's face changed; he strode forward and shoved the person in front aside.

"Xu Xiaoliu, what are you doing?"

"Chenzi? Why are you here too?"

The person called Xu Xiaoliu was startled, scratched his head, glanced at his companions behind him, saw that Jin Chen seemed to be protecting this educated youth, and hurried to explain.

"Chenzi, don't misunderstand; we three wouldn't dare beat him that badly—we just took some money to come block Mo Zhinan and keep him from getting treatment."

These three were friends of his original self, but although his original self had at least someone looking after him, these three had no other relatives, lived alone, were idle good-for-nothings, and were called troublemakers by the villagers.

"Took money? Whose money?" Jin Chen glanced at Mo Zhinan's arm wound, frowning with a hint of heartache.

"The educated youth named Zhang Zhishuai gave each of us one yuan." Lv Erding spoke up first.

"I'll give each of you ten yuan; now take the money and basket, go pick oranges for me, and meanwhile find a chance to beat that bastard up."

Jin Chen pulled out thirty yuan in cash from his pocket's linked space, and, amid the three's stunned expressions, handed it to them.

"You don't want it?"

"Holy shit, I want it, I want it, I want it! Chenzi, you've made a fortune!"

Liu Da Zhuang reacted, immediately pocketing it; he has a sister to support, usually does any money‑making gigs he can, so naturally he wouldn't refuse this nice gig.

Ten yuan! Enough for him and his sister to eat full meals for a month!

The other two also hurriedly took it.

"From now on, follow me and help me with some tasks; I'll pay you a monthly wage of at least ten yuan, but this must be kept from my mother and uncle."

Jin Chen thought about the things he would have to do later and really did need manpower.

"Good!"

The three spoke in unison, fearing Jin Chen might change his mind, and immediately grabbed the basket and sprinted down the slope to pick oranges.

Mo Zhinan found this scene puzzling, but he didn't care; he just lowered his head, his hair shielding his eyes, preparing to turn and go inside.

Who would have thought Jin Chen would actually follow him inside.

He stopped, stood in front of Jin Chen, blocking the doorway, his meaning clear.

"Your arm wound is in the back; one person can't easily apply medicine alone." Jin Chen said, his tone unconsciously softening, as if afraid to scare him, "Let me help you apply medicine."

Having said that, he took the youth's arm and led him inside; the motion was gentle but left no room for refusal.

Mo Zhinan: "……" This person is really puzzling.

But he now feels weak all over, lacks the strength to walk, and moreover was told to push Jin Chen away.

Jin Chen glanced around the room; it was practically bare walls, with even fewer items than his original self's home, and there was only one broken chair.

He led the person to the bedroom, helped him sit on the bed's edge, then asked, "Where are your medical supplies?"

Mo Zhinan had been fine standing, but as soon as he sat down he felt extremely dizzy, his strength draining faster and faster; barely able to hear Jin Chen's words, he could only weakly lift his arm and point to the broken cabinet beside the bed.

Jin Chen hurriedly pulled open the cabinet, taking out the scattered gauze and iodine inside; it looked like it had been used many times, the iodine bottle's mouth crusted with a thick layer, requiring some force to open.

He had Mo Zhinan lie on his side, exposing the injured arm, then carefully tore open the clothing.

Perhaps because the fabric and wound had stuck together, when he pulled it open Mo Zhinan's breath hitched for a moment, he clenched the sheets, and his face turned deathly pale.

His body was too weak, and he also showed signs of low blood sugar.

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, disinfected the smaller wound nearby, and for the more serious injury could only temporarily wrap it with gauze to stop the bleeding.

"Why did Zhang Zhishuai hit you?"

Mo Zhinan still didn't speak. Seeing that the bleeding had already stopped, he pulled his arm out from Jin Chen's hand, wrapped it around his own body, appearing quite reluctant to communicate with others.

Because of this movement, the loose bangs in front of his forehead all fell to one side, and Jin Chen also got a clear look at Mo Zhinan's appearance, a flash of astonishment and tenderness crossing his eyes.

Mo Zhinan's appearance leans toward delicate and somewhat feminine; at first glance he looks like a refined scholar, and upon closer inspection he is quite exquisite, except that his tightly pressed thin lips also reveal an aloofness that keeps people at a distance.