Forced into a romantic relationship.

The few words contained an astonishing amount of sarcasm, causing the blond-haired man's face to turn pale and then red.

Seeing the short man babbling on and on, his face grew increasingly grim, and he snapped angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did I splash water all over your car?"

"This is fucking amazing, and he's blind too."

The short man sneered, pointed to a spot in the truck bed, and said, "Is this fucking water? Did you fucking do this? Did you fucking ruin my truck?!"

Huang Mao and his men were filled with doubt and confusion. They quickly looked at the spot he pointed to, but were immediately at a loss. They looked for a long time but couldn't see any water anywhere. Besides, in such hot weather, even if there was water, it should have evaporated long ago.

You're fucking kidding me!

Not only them, but even Han Zhou couldn't see where the short man was pointing to where the water was. He thought to himself that this guy was indeed a scoundrel, and he was quite good at lying through his teeth. He had a strong sense of conviction.

The short man said coldly, "Did you guys even see clearly?"

"Look closely at your mother!" the blond-haired guy finally couldn't hold back anymore: "Holy crap, where's the water on here?"

The short man grabbed his collar and yanked him to the front of the carriage, saying coldly, "Damn it, can't you see such a big black dot? Is this the mud you splashed on when you parked the car?"

Upon closer inspection, there was indeed a tiny speck of mud on the carriage.

The blond-haired man was dumbfounded. He hadn't even noticed the black dot until he got closer. He quickly broke free from the other man's hand that was grabbing his collar, and said angrily, "What does this have to do with me?!"

This guy is clearly just being unreasonable!

The short man sneered, "This doesn't matter? What does it have to do with other people's debts and the guarantor they just wrote down? Besides, this girl knows nothing about this."

Huang Mao knew this guy was causing trouble to stand up for Zhong Yin, so his face immediately turned cold, and he said sternly, "Paying back debts is a matter of course. You'd better not meddle in other people's business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him stepped forward in unison, either stretching their necks or wrists, looking ready to take action at any moment.

The short man took a few steps back without a word, but instead of leaving, he opened the car door, took a steel rod from the passenger side of the truck, and walked back while casually swinging it. He then put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and stood there expressionless without saying a word.

Huang Mao and the others looked at each other, thinking to themselves, "This guy carries a steel rod with him. The hardest thing on our bodies is probably our helmets. Are we going to fight him with our helmets?"

They're a bunch of bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. They've only ever managed to scare most people they've encountered before, never anyone as aggressive as them.

It was too hot, and the short guy didn't want to stand there dumbfounded with these idiots. He said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Who are you helping to collect debts? Why don't you tell me? I've never heard of anyone being able to write down a name as a guarantor to collect money when borrowing. I'll borrow a hundred thousand or two someday, and I'll write your names as guarantors. Then I'll come and collect the debt from you myself. Don't you dare try to renege on your debt."

The tone didn't sound like a joke, and the blond-haired man's face darkened: "What exactly do you do?"

"none of your business."

The short man looked impatient; he had other things to do and needed to leave as soon as he finished fixing the car.

Huang Mao took a deep breath and, after a full second of deliberation, decided it was necessary to find out more about this guy before making any plans. He decided to retreat for now.

This isn't cowardice, it's composure.

So, to the astonishment of Han Zhou and the others, he suddenly got on his bike and said with a sneer, "I suddenly remembered I have something to do, but today's matter is not over yet. You just wait."

After saying that, he was about to leave with his men when Han Zhou suddenly rushed over, easily pried open his fingers, and snatched the hearing aid back from his hand.

Despite his best efforts, Huang Mao felt like his fingers were about to break. Just as he was about to curse, he saw the short, stocky man walking over with a steel rod and a cold smile. So Huang Mao gave up on his threats, started his motorcycle, and drove off with everyone.

The roar of the car quickly faded away.

Aren't they just a bunch of energetic young men...?

Watching their retreating figures, Han Zhou shook his head secretly, then returned the hearing aid to Zhong Yin.

The latter first used a towel and paper to repeatedly wipe the sweat off the hearing aid before carefully putting it back on and saying "thank you".

Although she has a bad temper and doesn't trust others' kindness, this woman doesn't seem to be stingy with her gratitude for help from others; she's quite a contradictory person.

Zhong Yin also expressed her gratitude to the short man, hesitated for a moment, and then, feeling that Han Zhou was easier to talk to, asked, "What did you two just talk about?"

Han Zhou was taken aback, and then suddenly remembered that the woman was hearing impaired.

During the time she lost her hearing aid, although she could roughly understand the situation by looking at her, her world was silent and she could not read lips, so it was like watching a silent movie.

Chapter 57 You won't be angry after hearing this, will you?

The short man drove away in a hurry after changing the tires on his truck.

To express his gratitude, Zhong Yin specifically offered to pay for the tire change, but the short man insisted on paying and left his contact information, saying, "Those idiots... those guys might come back. You can call me then, and I'll deal with them."

His expression was quite complex as he said this, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, almost as if he were saying, "I've been there." He was probably thinking about the years when he used to collect debts for others.

He helped Zhong Yin not out of a sudden act of kindness, but simply to thank Han Zhou for not informing him last night. Besides, those scruffy-haired guys were obviously no good, so there was no harm in provoking them.

Han Zhou was thick-skinned. Although he hadn't put in much effort, he followed suit and gave Zhong Yin his contact information, saying seriously, "You can also call me, and I'll deal with them."

Zhong Yin reverted to his indifferent demeanor, repeating as he removed his gloves, "Repair?"

I was just translating what that guy said...

Han Zhou thought to himself, but his face remained righteous: "The fact that they left the car here means they have another excuse to come back, and they might even bother you then."

Zhong Yin said expressionlessly, "So you think that to avoid their harassment, I should let you harass me and Xiaoling?"

"Please don't look at me with prejudice. I have no intention of bothering you."

"So you want to pester Xiaoling?"

You have a really good eye for people...

Han Zhou said seriously, "That's not what I meant. I meant that I didn't do these things to bother you."

"Then what is it for?"

Zhong Yin wiped the sweat from her face with a towel. "You just heard the name Chen Zixiao, right? He's someone I knew before. He approached me under the guise of helping me solve my problems, and I once thought he was a trustworthy friend, but you saw the result."

Her face was expressionless, but a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, she handed Han Zhou another towel from the hook.

Han Zhou was somewhat surprised, thinking to himself that unexpected events could be quite useful. After thinking for a moment, he asked curiously, "So, is he really your boyfriend?"

Zhong Yin gave him a cold look: "I said no, what do you want?"

"Just asking casually."

Han Zhou wiped his sweat with a towel. He had previously thought the woman was heartbroken, but now it seemed that wasn't the case. He didn't intend to answer her previous question and asked, "So, are you still planning to fix this motorcycle?"

He looked at the old motorcycle parked in the repair shop.

"Of course we need to fix it, that way they won't have a legitimate reason to cause trouble. But don't rush, let's go inside first. Remember, don't tell Xiaoling what just happened."

"Okay," Han Zhou readily agreed.

"Also, there's no one around now, so you can still return that punch to me, but once you're inside, you can't back out."

"Can you please stop thinking about this?"

"..."

When the two returned to the house, Mo Yixia was watching a video on her phone with Zhong Ling.

Of course, the phone used was Zhong Ling's cracked screen phone. Jiang Baiqian was very strict, and Mo Yixia's phone could not be used casually. Moreover, her phone was very expensive, and now that she was a poor younger sister, it was inconvenient for her to take it out, otherwise it would ruin her image.

The two seemed to be getting along quite well. Zhong Ling was now very self-aware, knowing that others could hardly hear what she was saying, so she chose to communicate in this non-verbal way.

But this gave people a rather strange feeling. Perhaps she was a little uneasy. Although she was the owner of this house, she seemed a little reserved.

Upon seeing Han Zhou and his companion enter the house, Mo Yixia smiled sweetly and said, "You're back. We were just about to play chess."

She openly scrutinized Han Zhou from head to toe, as if examining a criminal suspect. The latter's face darkened, feeling that this guy's eyes were malicious, as if he suspected that he had been beaten up by Zhong Yin and was looking for his wounds.

What game are you planning to play?

Zhong Yin gently picked up the conversation. This woman had never hidden her double standards from the beginning. She was gentle and peaceful when facing Mo Yixia, but extremely cold when facing Han Zhou. Even though the latter had just helped her, her tone of voice was still very stiff.

Han Zhou observed Zhong Ling's lips, pondered for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he blurted out, "Don't tell me yet, let me guess... chess! It must be chess, right?"

He saw Zhong Ling's lips move, and judging from the shape of her lips, she seemed to be saying the word "chess," indicating that she was quite confident in her conclusion.

Mo Yixia laughed: "Brother is really trying hard. The chess box is clearly in my hand, but you don't even look at it. You insist on using your eyes to exercise your intelligence and instead guess."

She was indeed holding a chess box in her hand, and as she spoke, she took the chess pieces out of the box and arranged them one by one on the chessboard.

Zhong Ling's family has many kinds of chess sets, which are probably the sisters' usual way of passing the time.

Han Zhou felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this. He had been so focused on observing Zhong Ling's lips since he entered the room that he hadn't even noticed this, which was quite shameful.

However, he had a strong mentality and pretended not to understand what he meant, asking without batting an eye, "When did you learn to play chess?"

He wasn't doubting it, he just found it novel.

Mo Yixia doesn't have many opportunities to showcase herself on a daily basis. Aside from studying, she studies all the time. If we exclude her somewhat abstract special agent skills, the only normal skill Han Zhou knows she has is that she can cook.

She has always been incomplete, bound by her mother, and hiding herself, not even knowing if the parts she reveals are real.

At this moment, Mo Yixia seemed to be completely immersed in the role. Upon hearing this, she glared at him and said angrily, "Brother, I clearly know a lot of things. How come you don't understand me at all?"

Han Zhou felt a chill run down his spine. Why did this sound like she was being coquettish? Is she really Mo Yixia?

Zhong Ling smiled slightly, finding the brother and sister pair quite amusing.

The two girls quickly began playing chess. They were both fair-skinned, and their long hair danced in the breeze from the electric fan, making them a very pleasing sight.

Han Zhou went over to check out the two men's chess skills.

He considered himself quite skilled at chess, and since Mo Yixia had been constantly teasing him, he had to seize the opportunity to teach this guy a lesson.

Zhong Yin also stood by and watched for a while. The three girls had long, flowing hair, and the fragrance emanating from them kept wafting into Han Zhou's nose. It was a pity that the short guy didn't see this scene, otherwise he would never have said something like "You've had a hard time."

Han Zhou's attention was entirely focused on the chessboard. Neither of the girls were beginners, and they were playing a fairly even game. However, Mo Yixia seemed to be slightly inferior, and she was soon defeated by Zhong Ling, who checkmated her with her knight.

After playing several more games, Mo Yixia didn't win a single one. Almost every time, she was just one move behind. Zhong Ling, on the other hand, was very serious and showed no intention of holding back. After each game, she would rearrange the pieces and continue playing aggressively. Mo Yixia quickly achieved a five-game losing streak.

Zhong Ling is similar to Gu Zheng in this respect, but the latter doesn't care about social etiquette at all, while she is more like someone who is completely immersed in the game of chess and forgets about social etiquette.

Seeing that Mo Yixia was about to die again, Han Zhou was about to laugh when she suddenly looked up and complained, "Brother, Sister Ling is so powerful, I can't beat her, please help me get revenge!"

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and almost burst into tears—sister, was this also part of your plan?

He almost forgot that, just as Mo Yixia pretended to be bad at math and physics, she might have also pretended to be no match for Zhong Ling just now, so that her "brother" would make a move and she could have some contact with Zhong Ling through the game.

That's so thoughtful.

But isn't it a bit too exaggerated that this guy can do this much?

Something's definitely fishy...

Han Zhou was somewhat suspicious, so he sat down opposite Zhong Ling in place of Mo Yixia. Zhong Ling didn't say anything, set up the chess pieces, glanced at him, and started playing.