"...The chances of squeezing Hua Chundong to death are probably ninety-nine percent..."

As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Principal Wang raised his hand high.

"I can vouch for it!"

"That kid Shen’s fists are huge, like a casserole!"

"Exactly! That time he killed a stupid deer, he ripped it open with his bare hands, didn’t even use a knife."

Manager Guo exaggeratedly and vividly described Shen’s act of hand-ripping the stupid deer, scaring Hua Chundong almost to the point of wetting himself.

"Uncle—it’s all your fault!"

Hua Chundong shouted, nearly causing Manager Hua to faint from anger.

"No! How could I harm you? I’m counting on you to take care of me in my old age!"

"You’re Uncle’s son, after all!"

Hua Chundong cried like a drama king, yet Manager Hua both believed him and felt sorry for him.

The two grown men, one comforting, the other fidgeting awkwardly, made the others in the room shiver with disgust.

"Lao Guo, I’m getting goosebumps all over."

Manager Guo glanced at Manager Qu.

"If you rub them all over the floor, it’ll be called ’wen.’"

"Time for a bath!"

Manager Qu stopped rubbing his arm abruptly, his teeth on edge, wanting to bite something.

Jiang Cheng, being one of the main characters, had no time to watch two grown men nauseate each other.

"Hua Chundong, still want to marry me? My abilities are only at ten percent of their potential."

"I’m smart, have a great memory, and if anyone bullies me, I can’t sleep until I’ve gotten back at them."

"Maybe I can’t beat you, but that’s ok, even tigers nap sometimes, sharpening my knife at night doesn’t take much effort."

"If that doesn’t work, I have a signature dish — rat poison boiled in porridge; taste it once, you’ll never taste it again."

Jiang Cheng spewed a string of witty remarks, insinuating to Hua Chundong: can’t kill you during the day, but can’t at night either? Can’t poison you at dinner?

Hua Chundong, the coward, was scared to tears.

Manager Hua was furious.

"Jiang Cheng! Enough!"

"Do you want to get translation jobs in the future or not?"

Jiang Cheng suddenly laughed.

"Threatening me?"

"Do you think without the Xinhua Bookstore translation work, I’d go hungry?"

With a snap, Jiang Cheng planted one foot on a chair, full of defiance.

"Manager Hua, you should get out more often, gather some information about my reputation."

"Don’t lock yourself in and let your brain rust, treating a salted vegetable stalk as a treasure, makes you look foolish."

As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Manager Guo stepped forward looking more serious than ever.

"Manager Hua, Jiang Cheng is a specially appointed translator at our bookstore, certified in five languages as a senior translator; your selfish decision won’t be agreed upon by anyone."

"Do you realize how many translation jobs will be delayed because of your decision?"

"At a time when the country desperately needs translators, you are so selfish! You are unworthy of being a cadre."

Manager Qu stood silently behind Manager Guo, physically expressing his support.

They can argue and compete, but they must not delay the country’s needs.

This is their bottom line.

Manager Hua was left speechless.

He understood, but was too obsessed with passing on his family line and having someone take care of him after he died.

"I—you all—just leave, today’s incident was poorly handled by me."

Manager Hua waved awkwardly and helplessly.

Jiang Cheng lowered the foot she had on the chair; she had fought and cursed, no losses.

"Let’s go!"

Jiang Cheng spoke, and the others nodded in agreement.

"Wait a moment."

The woman who had been watching from the kitchen came out, carrying unopened fruit cans, malted milk, and a bag of fruit.

It was the gift Jiang Cheng and the others brought.

"Today’s meal wasn’t eaten because of their fault, you should take these things back."

Jiang Cheng agreed and took them back without hesitation.

"Thank you, you are?"

The woman smiled faintly, untroubled, and said, "I’m the woman living with him, and I have a daughter."

Two sentences, Jiang Cheng understood her meaning.

Manager Hua has a daughter, but he only treats his nephew well.

The woman is his wife, but she looks at everything indifferently, living together out of convenience.

The daughter is her only concern.

Jiang Cheng admired the woman’s outlook and smiled, "A free heart finds home anywhere."

The woman revealed a poised smile.

"Mr. Jiang, you’re the most outstanding woman I’ve met, please keep going!"

"I will."

The two women shook hands, sharing a moment of mutual understanding.

The woman opened the door and bid them farewell.

A girl happened to push the courtyard gate open and enter.

"Mom!"

The short-haired girl ran over, looking at the woman with concern.

The woman gently shook her head.

"It’s fine, this is Jiang Cheng, a very outstanding translator."

"Mr. Jiang, this is my daughter Hua Ying, she is also a translator."

Jiang Cheng and Hua Ying exchanged glances.

Hua Ying stood tall, over five feet seven, with short hair that was full of spirit, sharp, and showed firm determination.

Jiang Cheng nodded at Hua Ying.

Hua Ying politely nodded back, stepped aside, without speaking.

Jiang Cheng and the others left first.

Hua Ying supported the woman, showing her small canine teeth, slightly playful, "Mom, I’m hungry!"

"Alright, today’s meal is great, I’ve saved the chicken drumsticks for you."

Hearing this, Hua Ying grinned, baring her teeth.

"That useless Hua Chundong came again!"

"Hmm—-but he was beaten up."

Both the woman and Hua Ying flashed a gleeful look in their eyes, hurried into the house, eager to savor Hua Chundong’s miserable state.

Inside, Manager Hua had just managed to calm Hua Chundong down.

Manager Hua looked at his wife and daughter entering from the door, wanting to unleash his temper but refrained.

Those two were no better than Jiang Cheng; when they go crazy, they’re merciless!

Manager Hua regretted deeply, why hadn’t he inquired about Jiang Cheng’s temperament earlier?

If they were really together, wouldn’t it be harming Hua Chundong?

In the house, four people with different thoughts.

Hua Ying openly relished Hua Chundong’s miserable state, and once her mom brought the dishes, she ate heartily.

Today’s meal tasted especially delicious!

Manager Hua smelled the food’s aroma and asked irritably, "What about ours?"

The woman’s eyes didn’t even lift, "You only paid for cooking, not for serving."

Manager Hua felt even more suffocated with anger.

Who charges for cooking meals in a family?

But he dared not act, for this woman is truly reckless.

If he dared touch her, she’d chase him with a kitchen knife to his workplace.

Thinking of this, Manager Hua felt uneasy.

Finally, he went to the kitchen himself, serving a plate of chicken backsides, chicken feet, and bland chicken breast.

Hua Chundong complained but didn’t miss a bite.

Yet Manager Hua was happy seeing him eat.

An arrangement where one hits willingly, the other bears willingly.

In a way, they were quite a match.