Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 292.022. Defeated by Silent Tenderness
The young men around were also startled and quickly gathered around, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

"How could this old man be like that! He has no manners!" someone said indignantly.

Someone tried to take advantage of the opportunity to pick up vegetable leaves to reach close to Fu Qin's face, but she reacted and took a step back to avoid it.

"I'm fine." Fu Qin took off her baseball cap and wiped the water off it.

The moment she took off her hat, the boys around her couldn't help but glance at her a few more times and silently swallowed.

Her beautiful face, cool eyes, and calm expression almost made them forget that she had just been bullied.

There were no signs of the grievances or crying typical of young girls.

On the contrary, the girl's eyes remained indifferent, and she forced a perfunctory smile.

"What's going on?" Store manager Xu Shuwen heard the commotion downstairs and rushed down.

"It's nothing." Fu Qin gestured to Xu Shuwen, "Manager, I'm not feeling well, I'll go back and rest for a bit."

"it is good."

Although the store manager was somewhat clueless, he still keenly sensed that something was amiss.

He stepped aside to block the gaze of those young lads, and smiled slightly: "Sir, let me settle your bill for you."

……

Fu Qin returned to the lounge, picked up a towel to wipe the dew off her face, and her expression did not change much.

After wiping the dew off her face, Fu Qin's expression didn't change much.

Life is like this; those who struggle to survive have encountered all sorts of hardships.

She took it all in stride. There are many evil people and much malice in this world, so being slapped in the face is a minor matter.

She didn't have time to waste her emotions on this kind of thing.

Xun is still waiting for her to return. Tonight's dinner still needs to be considered, and tomorrow's sun will rise as usual.

Just then, Fu Qin's phone rang in her pocket.

The caller ID displayed was "Jin Ziyue".

She hesitated for a moment, and though reluctant, she answered the phone.

Fu Qin took a deep breath, not wanting him to notice the change in her tone, and switched back to her usual sarcastic tone: "What? You haven't finished your homework yet? School's about to start, are you trying to borrow it to copy?"

No reply.

Fu Qin hesitated for a moment, but then heard a shout from the other end of the phone:

"What are you doing! Don't touch me, I'm calling the police!"

"Help! Someone is going to hit an old man!"

The rustling sound is the sound of something being pushed and knocked over.

Fu Qin's eyes widened.

"bass."

"Ah! Someone's being hit! Help!"

"bass."

Another punch.

"Help!"

"bass."

The third punch.

"You little bastard, try hitting me again!"

"bass."

"Help, it's murder!"

"bass."

"what--!"

……

The thuds were steady and unhurried, as if each punch was meant to be heard clearly by her.

Fu Qin listened quietly, her eyebrows lowered and her cheeks cool.

She wiped her face with her hand and realized that her tear ducts were becoming uncontrollably active.

Obviously...

I've gotten used to other people's disdain and become indifferent to the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

Even when faced with fierce and menacing figures, she remained unmoved.

But in front of the boy, her stubborn pretense seemed pale and powerless.

He always managed to reach her most vulnerable spot.

Before he knew it, the boy had grown up. He became mature and decisive, no longer the impetuous little boy he used to be, the one he had scolded all the way to college.

Fu Qin then realized that the two of them were probably from different worlds.

Her life was filled with the mundane details of everyday life, while Jin Ziyue seemed to have come into contact with something extraordinary, becoming someone even she had to look up to.

The old man's mournful moans could be faintly heard on the other end of the phone.

"enough."

Fu Qin said.

The sound of punching stopped.

"Where are you?" Fu Qin asked softly.

"Three blocks away from you." The boy's voice was gentle.

"I'm coming to find you." Fu Qin took off her shop assistant uniform, greeted Xu Shuwen, picked up her bag, and ran out the back door.

……

When Fu Qin arrived, the old man was nowhere to be seen; only Jin Ziyue stood quietly under the shade of a tree at the crossroads.

She slowed her pace from a distance, weighed the bag in her hand, and then walked over slowly.

"What happened to your face?" Fu Qin asked, looking down.

"I fell while running in the mountains with my dad this morning," the boy said nonchalantly.

She glanced at Jin Ziyue's sleeve, which couldn't hide the newly healed scar on the back of his hand, and whispered, "Be more careful next time."

"it is good."

Fu Qin didn't look at Jin Ziyue. She raised her hand and rustled the plastic bag.

Jin Ziyue examined the plastic bag and could vaguely make out a small, exquisitely packaged cake.

"The manager told me to finish what was left over from yesterday, but I'm on a diet."

Jin Ziyue smiled and took the bag, saying, "Then I'll just have a small bite."

"Let's find a place to sit?" Fu Qin glanced around; this wasn't a suitable place to eat cake.

"Okay, are you free this afternoon?"

"The store manager approved half a day off for me."

"A bubble tea shop, shall we meet again (shop name)?"

"Go ahead, anywhere is fine with me," Fu Qin said without any hesitation.

"Let's go." Jin Ziyue was about to rush forward when he suddenly turned around and reached out his hand.

Fu Qin was stunned for a moment, and then, as if possessed, she placed her hand on it.

Jin Ziyue traced the girl's index finger upwards and grasped her hand.

Speechless all the way.

Jin Ziyue walked very slowly, while Fu Qin lowered her head and walked very lightly.

Two strawberry milkshakes.

As soon as he entered the store, Jin Ziyue greeted the girl at the front desk.

Fu Qin glanced at him; he even knew her own favorite flavors.

At the table, Jin Ziyue was finally able to get a good look at the cake. It was a small two-inch cake with pale yellow mousse and diced mango, a fairly common design.

However, Jin Ziyue knew this technique and was even very familiar with the process, since the two had discussed ways to improve it.

I never expected that she would start learning at this time.

"How about it?"

After Jin Ziyue took a bite, Fu Qin asked casually.

"It's delicious," Jin Ziyue said. "If you add more sugar, about 3-5g, and blend the mango into a puree, and add some Oreo cookie crumbs during the sandblasting process, it will be even better."

Fu Qin nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly realized something and argued, "What's the use of telling me? You have to tell the boss."

"Okay, okay. Would you like to try some? I've never eaten at this spot before." Jin Ziyue pointed to a corner near the girl.

Fu Qin leaned forward and stared at him longingly for a while before Jin Ziyue handed her a plastic spoon.

She took a small sip, and Jin Ziyue revealed a triumphant smile: "You've been fooled. I've licked this piece before."

Fu Qin rolled her eyes at him; how could she not know where she had dug?

Only when she looked up for a moment did she realize that, because they were sharing a piece of cake, which was only two inches apart, their faces were very close. She could even see the gentle smile in Jin Ziyue's eyes, warming her two flushed cheeks.

Fu Qin's eyes darted around, then she sat back down and straightened her back.

speechless.

……

After a long silence, she suddenly asked, "Will I become a burden to you?"

"Yes, I will." Jin Ziyue replied without hesitation, "It feels substantial, and that makes me feel at ease."

"Disgusting." The girl's expression was one of disgust, with a barely perceptible smirk playing on her lips.

P.S.: If the previous attack on the old man was considered a poison point, let me explain: the attack in the Soul Tracing Realm will hurt, but it won't cause any damage, and there will be no memory of it afterwards. What's important is the attitude.

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