Ch 19: Fifth Master was so angry his heart ached; Wen Li: “It’s even now”; Yu Ji—Ji Yu

“Woof——”

Hei Junjiang, after releasing the gate, stamped his foot on the ground, let out a challenging bark at Lu Xixiao, then turned his head, stuck out a pink little tongue at Wen Li, grinned, and smiled.

Lu Xixiao’s hand, holding the handkerchief, hung in mid-air. He lowered his head slightly, his expression unseen, only the handkerchief tightening in his hand, the veins on his hand bulging.

He slowly raised his face and looked at Wen Li.

Wen Li, who had witnessed everything, also looked at him at this moment.

The two unexpectedly synchronized, their gazes meeting.

Wen Li looked at Lu Xixiao’s face, so dark it was almost dripping ink, and the wonton in her spoon almost fell back into the bowl.

The two looked at each other without speaking, the atmosphere silent.

On the small square table, Wen Li and the Little Guy sat facing each other, Lu Xixiao on her left, already quite close, and now leaning slightly towards her, even closer.

Killing intent,

Wen Li saw the tangible killing intent in his eyes.

If it weren’t for the child, Wen Li thought this guy could kick Hei Junjiang to death and then splash wonton on her face.

The standoff lasted for half a minute.

Wen Li blinked, expressionlessly shifted her gaze, and pretended nothing had happened, putting the wonton in her mouth.

The other party still stared at her.

Wen Li chewed the wonton without looking away.

Why is it that the dog did the deed, but she’s the one feeling embarrassed? Now, it’s her turn to be awkward.

Lu Qi was dumbfounded: Fifth Master is not clean…

Can Fifth Master still keep that foot…?

Lu Xixiao’s murderous gaze lingered.

Angered, Lu Xixiao, who already had old injuries, was directly angered to the point of chest pain, his tense face slightly contorted in pain.

Wen Li then spoke: “It’s even now.”

This statement lacked a bit of confidence.

Lu Xixiao’s knuckles cracked. He threw the handkerchief on the table, stared at Wen Li’s calm face, and almost gritted his teeth, saying: “Jing Yuan, let’s go home!”

The Little Guy on the other side didn’t know what had happened, didn’t know why the two were suddenly staring at each other.

Before he could figure it out, he was carried away.

“Woof woof——”

Hei Junjiang barked arrogantly at the departing car.

Upon noticing Wen Li looking at it, it immediately returned and sat down obediently, raising its little head, looking smug and expecting praise.

Looking at Hei Junjiang, who was clearly seeking credit, Wen Li didn’t know what to say: “You… good job.”

Lu Qi drove nervously, using his superb skills to repeatedly steal glances at the rearview mirror, thinking he was very stealthy.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly said: “Speak if you have something to say.”

Lu Qi jumped, his eyes almost cramping, hastily moving his eyes away from the rearview mirror: “…No, nothing.”

Nervously glancing at the rearview mirror again, he met the man’s sharp gaze, which directly scared his words out.

“I took the liberty of checking that Wen Li was washing her dog at the pet shop across from the bar, while Young Master Ziyan went to the bar to celebrate his classmate’s birthday on the spur of the moment.”

Lu Qi finished speaking in one breath.

One thing at a time, if Wen Li really happened to find the lost Lu Jingyuan this time, then she shouldn’t be wronged.

Dare to mention the dog!

Lu Xixiao: “Shut up.”

Lu Qi felt wronged: I said I had nothing to say, yet you forced me to speak.

At this time, the Little Guy smelled something, wrinkled his little nose, and said in a cute way: “Stinky…”

Lu Xixiao: “…”

The next day,

At the hospital.

The unlucky Lu Ziyan lay in bed, weeping silently.

Although Lu Xixiao was angry at the time, he still held back his strength with that kick, and the stomach is not a vital area.

As for whether Wen Li held back her strength, it’s unclear, but she kicked Lu Ziyan’s bones, sending him directly to the hospital.

Looking at the Little Guy’s apologetic expression on his phone, the injured Lu Ziyan had to comfort him: “It’s not your fault, Little Uncle is fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

A tall figure suddenly pushed open the door.

He came in and asked: “How did you get injured?”

Lu Ziyan looked at Yu Ji, who suddenly appeared by the bed, breathing slightly ragged, and was startled: “You came so fast, can you fly?”

They had only been on the phone for half an hour at most, and no matter whether he came from school or his current residence, it couldn’t be this fast.

Yu Ji didn’t answer him: “I asked how you got injured?”

“Just a moment.” Lu Ziyan said to him, turning to the Little Guy on his phone: “I’ll be back in two days, don’t worry, Uncle loves you～Bye-bye～”

After hanging up the video,

he then complained to Yu Ji: “I wanted to take Jingyuan to find you yesterday, but I accidentally lost him.”

Yu Ji’s expression turned cold: “Your Fifth Uncle beat you?”

“He just kicked me, already… hey, where are you going?”

Seeing Yu Ji turn to leave, Lu Ziyan hurriedly asked: “Ji Yu, what are you doing?”

“Looking for your Fifth Uncle.” Yu Ji walked out without looking back.

“Are you crazy!” Ignoring the pain in his body, Lu Ziyan sat up, and with a sudden movement, the pain made him gasp.

“What are you doing?” Yu Ji, hearing the noise, immediately turned back, quickly coming to the bedside: “How are you?”

Lu Ziyan seized his arm: “He’s my Fifth Uncle, looking for him… you don’t want to live?! Hiss—”

He was so pained his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out.

Yu Ji took a deep breath and said: “Lie back down.”

With Yu Ji’s help, Lu Ziyan slowly lay back on the bed, taking a while to recover.

“I lost Jingyuan, and my Fifth Uncle didn’t break my legs, I should be thankful, I have no complaints, why are you angry?”

Yu Ji lifted his clothes, revealing a large bruise on his stomach, showing how hard Lu Xixiao’s kick was.

“Oh, I’m fine, you don’t know me, I’ve been tough since I was a child, beatings are commonplace, once my dad broke his stick beating me, and I was still alive and kicking.”

Yu Ji glanced at him, said nothing, was about to cover him back up, but noticed that the skin tone of his chest, only slightly visible under his clothes, was also a bit off.

Before Lu Ziyan could pull his clothes back down, Yu Ji lifted his clothes further.

“Why are there two injuries?”

His chest was bruised, looking more serious than the injury on his stomach.

Lu Ziyan pulled his clothes back down and covered himself with the blanket: “I ran into a female hero, thought I was a human trafficker, and kicked me again, damn it.”

Seeing Yu Ji staring at him silently, Lu Ziyan helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth: “Don’t look, I’m even more speechless than you, it’s true that when a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth.”

“But luckily the person was found, safe and sound, otherwise you wouldn’t see me anymore, our team hasn’t even played in the International Tournament, and we’d have to announce our disbandment.”

Lu Ziyan said with a carefree laugh.

“The Great God hasn’t accepted my friend request yet, I haven’t even seen the Great God in person, if I died like this, I’d become a vengeful ghost.”

Speaking of this, he said with a grin to Yu Ji: “If I become a vengeful ghost, I’ll look for you every day.”

Yu Ji ignored him.

Lu Ziyan then asked him: “You were so furious just now wanting to find my Fifth Uncle, do you dare to beat my Fifth Uncle?”

“What’s there to not dare?”

Looking at Yu Ji’s face, devoid of any humor, Lu Ziyan thought thankfully that he had stopped him earlier, otherwise Yu Ji would also be lying in a hospital bed.

“You probably don’t know how powerful my Fifth Uncle is.”

Lu Ziyan was afraid of Lu Xixiao, but he also admired and worshipped him more; in his heart, no one was more powerful than his Fifth Uncle.

“You want to beat my Fifth Uncle? Or are you going to ask your Southeast Asian gang father for help…”

Yu Ji’s face suddenly turned cold.

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Lu Ziyan immediately shut his mouth, apologetic: “Ji Yu, I…”

Yu Ji didn’t speak, turned and sat on the sofa, was silent for a moment, and picked up an apple from the fruit basket on the table and began to peel it.

“That, Ji Yu…?”

Yu Ji continued peeling the apple, without answering.

The next second,

Lu Ziyan said carelessly: “I want to eat a pear…”

His hand peeling the apple paused. Yu Ji closed his eyes, put the half-peeled apple back, and picked up a pear to peel…