Chapter 11.1
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Fan Changyu found it odd and was about to continue home when the woman, with a peculiar expression, remarked, “The gambling hall thugs came to your house again. Your husband…”
Before the woman could finish, Fan Changyu’s eyes flashed, and she grabbed a wooden shoulder pole from beside the wall, charging toward the alley.
The woman hadn’t expected her to be so hot-tempered and called after her, “Your husband isn’t hurt—it’s the thugs who got their legs broken by him!” But Fan Changyu had already sprinted off, too far to hear the rest.
From a distance, she saw a crowd gathered in front of her house, her heart tightening as she gripped the pole even harder. “Out of the way!” she shouted.
The onlookers saw her storming over with the pole and quickly stepped aside. Just then, Master Jin, a small-time leader from the gambling hall, hobbled out of her house, leaning on a cane, his face twisted in anger. Before he could react, Fan Changyu swung her pole and sent him flying sideways, collapsing to the ground, unable to get up.
Fan Changyu steadied the pole in her hand, ready to confront the thugs in her courtyard. However, when she glared their way, she saw them all staring back at her in terror. Those who had been crawling out, dragging their injured legs, immediately reversed course, scrambling back inside.
Under the eaves, however, sat a cold and severe-looking man on a grand chair, holding a cane with a shadowed expression—Xie Zheng.
The gang of thugs, now huddled together in fear, looked like oversized, pitiful cabbages in a field, visibly shaking. Fan Changyu blinked, surprised, Was it… him? Had he fought off all these men?
He was injured, barely able to walk without a cane, and yet he had managed to fend off a group of brawny thugs?
A few concerned neighbors, thinking she was about to add to the chaos, hurriedly advised, “Changyu, leave it be! Your husband already handled them. They’re all hurt, legs broken! Who knows how much they’ll demand in medical fees!”
Hearing talk of compensation, Fan Changyu immediately grabbed the fallen Master Jin by the collar, hauling him to his feet.
Pale and trembling, Master Jin, with two streams of blood trickling from his nose, pleaded, “Miss Fan, please! Show mercy! I won’t dare to come back here again!”
He raised his hands to shield his face, adding, “Please, no more hitting…”
Fan Changyu glared, pointing at her broken front gate. “You bullying lot! Look at my door—it’s been torn down. How are you going to compensate for that?”
Time to tally up the damage, she thought, determined to ensure that with their broken legs, they wouldn’t even dream of demanding medical fees from her.
As she surveyed the courtyard, she noticed that, aside from the huddled group of terrified thugs, nothing seemed broken—no smashed jars, no damaged property. The man seated under the eaves in the grand chair looked pale but radiated an imposing, unyielding aura. Even the door behind him remained intact, suggesting that the thugs had never even managed to get inside.
Fan Changyu’s gaze lingered on the man under the eaves, noticing a hint of fresh blood seeping through his collar. Finding her next excuse to act fierce, she continued sharply, “My husband is injured, and you all ganged up on him, leaving him like this. Who knows how bad his internal injuries are? Seeing a doctor will cost who knows how much!”
Master Jin quickly reached into his coat and pulled out a handful of loose silver bits and copper coins, thrusting them toward Fan Changyu. “I’ll pay, I’ll pay! Just please let me go, Miss Fan!”
Fan Changyu: “…”
She had only meant to scare these thugs from the gambling hall, but things seemed to be escalating in a rather unexpected direction.
In her moment of distraction, she loosened her grip on Master Jin’s collar. Terrified, he dropped the silver and copper on the ground and scrambled away as fast as he could, stumbling and rolling.
Seeing this, the other trembling thugs paused for a moment before pulling out whatever copper coins they had, placing them on the ground, and then hastily dragging their limping bodies out the Fan family’s gate.
The onlookers stared, half-amazed and half-amused, at Fan Changyu and her pale, seemingly frail husband, who had somehow managed to handle the gambling hall bullies all on their own.
The thugs from the gambling hall weren’t just debt collectors; they often roamed the streets, extorting “protection fees” from various businesses. This was likely the first time anyone had managed to take money from them. Fan Changyu herself was a bit stunned.
After the crowd dispersed, she pointed at the door, which now hung inward with a broken hinge, clearly kicked in, and asked, “That door—they’re the ones who broke it, right?”
The man under the eaves nodded, and Fan Changyu finally let out a sigh of relief. At least I didn’t accuse them unfairly!
With a mix of feelings, she picked up the scattered silver bits and copper coins, then walked over to him. “I noticed blood seeping through your bandages. Did your wound reopen?”
Xie Zheng said nothing.
Recalling how every one of the thugs had limped out with an injured leg, Fan Changyu hesitated before saying, “You’re still recovering, and if something like this happens again, try to bear it until I get back to handle it…”
He remained silent, and Fan Changyu felt a bit awkward. After all, these troubles had been brought upon him because of her. “If the wound keeps reopening, it’s only you who has to suffer.”
Finally, Xie Zheng responded, “They were…a bit too noisy.”
The sunlight angled in, casting a line of shadow across Xie Zheng’s face. The upper half remained in shadow under the eaves, while the lower half, illuminated by the sunlight, looked strikingly clear and pure, almost like ice or snow—a face that was, admittedly, quite handsome. But his temper was clearly less than ideal.
Fan Changyu was momentarily at a loss for words after hearing his reason for fighting.
Xie Zheng, seeming uninterested in further conversation, stood up and returned to the room.
Meanwhile, little Changning timidly peeked her head out from the kitchen and called, “Big Sister.”
Fan Changyu walked over and patted her sister’s head, asking, “Were you scared?”
Changning nodded, then shook her head, saying, “Big Brother… Brother-in-law is amazing!”
Fan Changyu paused at Changning’s choice of words, guessing that Aunt Zhao had likely taught her to call him that. She smiled. “Is he amazing because he fought the bad guys?”
Changning nodded enthusiastically. “Those men called Brother-in-law a ‘pretty boy’ and a cripple, but then he went and crippled their legs instead!”
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