The warm incandescent lamp emitted light and heat.

After paying a heavy price, Comrade Jiang Chen who climbed over the wall finally managed to get into the house.

He sat on a wooden chair, and beside him on the table was a porcelain bowl.

The bowl contained what he had just requested - pig fat.

Its milky white sheen looked clean and quite appetizing.

Although he had heard that pig fat could treat burns or insect bites, and cure bruises... what kind of remedy was this?

Oh.

Right.

Besides, Jiang Chen’s "nose injury" also received treatment.

A wad of tissue was stuffed in his nose.

Quite simple, or one might say hasty.

It’s just a nosebleed, not a fracture; no need to call an ambulance. Boss Jiang isn’t one to fuss over appearances; as long as the bleeding stops, the method isn’t important. Being carried away by an ambulance would really be embarrassing.

"Has it stopped bleeding?"

Unfortunately, usually only one nostril bleeds, but he was bleeding from both, so both needed to be stuffed, making talking a bit stuffy.

"Mmm."

Lan Peizhi nodded, as the instigator, not only did she not feel any guilt, but there was a hint of suppressed laughter as she tried not to look over there.

Because.

It’s really comical.

The comical figure double-checked his nose, ensuring the bridge wasn’t broken, and he sighed softly.

Being able to fight.

Definitely has its advantages.

One punch beats ten tricks!

At least it provides immunity against being tricked.

If it were any other woman dealing with Boss Jiang’s beating and rolling trickery, wouldn’t they be helpless? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

An achy Jiang Chen twisted his body slowly, confirming that apart from his nose, no other joints were broken or fractured.

Given the course of events, let’s consider it a free full-body spa.

Thankfully, he’s well trained.

If it were a thin dog, he probably couldn’t withstand such torment from the other party.

This description shouldn’t have sexual insinuations, should it?

Acting with the pig fat, he still rubbed a bit; after all, outside of being beaten, he also got quite a few mosquito bites. Mosquitoes don’t discern between high and low, treating everyone equally.

"Have you met Jin Se?"

Without holding a grudge, Jiang Chen used his humorous nasal voice to nonchalantly ask.

"News travels fast."

Lan Peizhi seemed in good spirits; actually, she held back somewhat, otherwise, that person wouldn’t be sitting there safely now, his nose still intact?

This increasingly flavorful handsome face surely would be marred.

If you don’t believe it, just see how she wreaked havoc in Korea.

She was like a heavenly demon overlord descending, as those seemingly ferocious Korean gangs were like crops in the field, harvested one batch after another.

That bloody yet magnificent scene left an indelible impression in Jiang Chen’s mind, greatly influencing his mindset and even his outlook on life.

Perhaps it was during that time.

That lone figure persevering was an image he could never forget in his lifetime.

If people truly live only for a few moments in their entire lives.

That scene definitely belongs in that category.

"Indeed."

Just been violently beaten, yet now basking in self-satisfaction, truly shameless.

"Was the conversation pleasant?"

Jiang Chen casually asked, maybe feeling uncomfortable, he pinched the tissue stuffed in his nose, "I told you, she won’t hold it against you, right?"

"Who told you she wouldn’t hold it against me."

Lan Peizhi said, "Do you really think she’s a saint?"

"What I mean is, at least she won’t hate you. Right."

A prestigious university graduate indeed. Even not being a Chinese language major, words are still precise.

The concepts of holding a grudge and hatred are different, with great and even essential differences.

Regarding someone’s statement, Lan Peizhi didn’t deny it, "You seem quite pleased."

Jiang Chen tugged at the corners of his mouth, then raised both hands, indicating his miserable and disheveled appearance, "Do I look like I have anything to be pleased about?"

Lan Peizhi looked away again.

Alright.

Can’t look much longer.

A little longer, and she might not be able to hold back her laughter.

This kind of atmosphere and laughing would undoubtedly... not be good.

"Getting more capable."

Lan Peizhi praised.

Jiang Chen, neither arrogant nor impatient, quickly replied, "So what if I get more capable. You still just go ahead if you feel like it."

How aggrieved.

Practically a bullied little wife.

He didn’t care, but Lan Peizhi couldn’t stand his tone, "Can’t you act more like a man?"

Jiang Chen showed a bitter expression, and with a heavy sigh, even this small motion almost blew the tissue out of his nostrils.

"How am I supposed to be a man in front of you?"

The dust on his body, the creases in his clothes, and the soreness all around were silent complaints.

Lan Peizhi fell silent, unable to argue, at a loss for words.

The facts were here.

Wasn’t he masculine just now?

But acting masculine in front of her meant getting beaten up.

"Could you refrain from being so violent, how will you in the future..."

Almost slipped out, but luckily stopped just in time.

"How in the future?"

Lan Peizhi asked quietly.

Jiang Chen smiled awkwardly, even if she knew what he meant, even if he knew she knew what he meant, he didn’t admit it, so she had no evidence.

Just calling her by her real name got him K’d like this, if he calls her a Sichuan-Chongqing Mother T-Rex or an aging golden leftover lady, it might not be fatal, but in a fit of rage breaking a leg, it’s indeed not impossible.

And very likely, it would be the most important leg.

"You hit me, no problem, but if you do this to others, do you think they will tolerate you?"

Jiang Chen hit the brakes with a manual shift maneuver, although not quite gracefully, like using an automatic as a manual, without even a year of driving license experience.