But recently, Fan Lan has indeed been troubled; her husband cheated on her.

Fan Lan saw it with her own eyes, and she hasn’t told anyone about it. After all, if it gets out, people in her circle would just laugh at her.

Fan Lan absolutely couldn’t allow that.

So even though she knew her husband was unfaithful, she didn’t show any reaction, pretending nothing had happened, while in private, she was thinking about how to win back her husband.

"Not getting a divorce?"

"Divorce?" Fan Lan was surprised, "Why get a divorce? Everything I eat and wear now is provided by him. If I divorce, how will I live in the future?"

Fan Lan is a practical woman.

She wanted to maintain this good material life.

"He cheated first, he’s at fault. You can totally make him leave with nothing. Even if it doesn’t come to that, you can still get half of the assets. Isn’t it more comfortable to spend your own money than to ask someone else for it?"

Fan Lan: "..."

It kind of makes sense.

Fan Lan hesitated and asked, "Then... what if I spend it all?"

Although Fan Lan graduated from university, she majored in the arts and doesn’t understand anything else.

Business matters are completely beyond her grasp.

Chuzheng: "..."

Alright then.

If she wants to be a Cuscuta, there’s no need for Chuzheng to go through so much trouble.

"Are you sure you want to win your husband’s heart back?"

Fan Lan thought for a moment and nodded.

She was still young and beautiful. The man was just momentarily blinded by an outside Little Demon, seeking a sense of novelty.

Chuzheng asked the waiter for paper and pen, and wrote down an address: "Meet me here at eight o’clock tonight."

Fan Lan glanced at the address and immediately frowned.

This is a famous slum area, where people living there are not decent folks.

And at eight o’clock at night...

Chuzheng pushed the note toward Fan Lan: "If you want to win back your husband’s heart, don’t be late. Be on time."

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Chuzheng returned to Xi Jing’s place with a bag, only to find a lot of people gathered in the hallway on that floor. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Chuzheng took a look inside and immediately felt uneasy.

[Hidden task: Obtain a Good Person Card from Xi Jing and prevent Xi Jing from turning to the dark side.] The voice of the King’s Account rang out at the same time.

Over there, Xi Jing was being grabbed by the collar by a man, pressed against the wall, his face pale and bloodless.

"You little brat, still dare to find someone to hit me. Go on, hit me! Where’s that woman from this morning?"

The one standing in front of Xi Jing was none other than the drunkard Chuzheng dealt with earlier today.

The people the drunkard brought along obviously weren’t good people, nonchalantly surrounding Xi Jing.

Xi Jing bit his lip, not saying a word.

The drunkard spat: "Not talking, huh? Let’s see how long you can hold out!"

The drunkard rolled up his sleeves, lifted his hand, and abruptly slapped towards Xi Jing’s face.

"Ow—"

Xi Jing’s face wasn’t the one in pain but rather the drunkard let out a cry of pain first.

Chuzheng twisted the drunkard’s wrist, her gaze icily fixated on the young man holding Xi Jing to the wall: "Let him go."

Her voice was as cold as if it came from Hell, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble.

The surroundings quieted down, all eyes converging on her.

The girl seemed to exert no strength, easily twisting the drunkard’s arm, yet with just this, the drunkard was unable to move, only able to wail non-stop.

Xi Jing’s eyes brightened upon seeing her, but then turned anxious, as if worried she’d be bullied by these people.

Chuzheng fixed her gaze on the young man, enunciating each word: "Let him go."

Whether because the drunkard was being held by Chuzheng, or he was intimidated by her, the young man released Xi Jing and took a step back.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Xi Jing, previously pressed at the throat by the young man, coughed uncontrollably once freed, tears glimmering at the corners of his eyes, evoking a sense of pity.

Xi Jing steadied himself, stepped over, and grabbed Chuzheng’s arm.

Like a bullied child finally finding his parent.

"It’s okay, don’t be afraid." Chuzheng touched his head with her free hand: "Wait inside for me."

Xi Jing’s eyes were misty as he looked at Chuzheng, shaking his head.

"Be good."

Yet Xi Jing stubbornly shook his head.

Chuzheng’s patience ran out, her face darkened: "Go inside."

With Chuzheng’s fierce demeanor, Xi Jing’s body flinched, slowly loosened his grip on her hand.

The reluctant and stubborn look on him only fueled a desire to...

"Hurry up." Chuzheng urged, thinking she shouldn’t have tidied him up so neatly. But remembering his previously disheveled appearance, she couldn’t accept that either.

Xi Jing took small steps back, slowly retreating into the room.

If only he’d listened to pleasant words, he had to force her to get angry.

Once the door closed, Chuzheng turned to the drunkard she was holding, speaking in a sinister tone: "This morning’s lesson wasn’t enough, huh?"

The drunkard felt like his arm might break; he had no energy to respond to Chuzheng.

"And you brought people here?"

Chuzheng’s gaze swept over the young men, eyes flat yet carrying an unprovoked disdain and contempt within them.

"Just these few pieces of trash; who do you think you’re underestimating?"

Chuzheng kicked the drunkard in the groin; having already suffered a severe blow this morning, now being kicked again, the drunkard couldn’t help but cry out, wishing he could faint on the spot.

Is this human behavior?

Kicking once wasn’t bad enough; she kicked twice.

Doesn’t it hurt?!

The standing young men felt an empathetic pain somewhere, feet instinctively shifting inward.

This woman is brutal.

Dealing with these people was as simple as dealing with bugs for Chuzheng—just spend some money and they’d turn the tables on the drunkard, nodding and bowing to her.

Chuzheng felt melancholic.

This wasn’t the script she wanted; it was the Bastard forcing her to take up this script.

"Drag him away." Chuzheng waved irritably, signaling for them to drag the lump of meat on the floor away.

The little thugs hurried to take the drunkard away, smothering his mouth just as he mustered the strength to curse.

The other residents in the hallway glanced at each other in dismay.

"What are you staring at? Haven’t seen enough?"

Everyone scattered instantly, entering their rooms or heading downstairs, and the hallway soon quieted down.

Only then did Chuzheng open the door and enter. Xi Jing was standing at the entrance; he must have been watching through the crack, seeing her come in, he retreated two steps, then immediately advanced, asking worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"What could be wrong?"

Chuzheng took the opportunity to ruffle his soft hair.

Having been petted by Chuzheng several times, Xi Jing had become somewhat used to it.

Chuzheng’s fingers moved down, wiping away the tears at the corner of his eye, sternly admonishing him: "Boys don’t cry at every turn; it’s embarrassing."

Xi Jing immediately wiped his other eye with his hand, lowering his head, speaking softly: "No one has ever been this nice to me."

Chuzheng was taken aback, her thumb gently brushed the youth’s eye corner, carrying away the warmth that lingered with a trace of moisture.

"From now on, I will treat you well." Chuzheng pulled him into her embrace: "No one will bully you again."

The girl’s embrace was warm and fragrant, like holding the sun within a cold winter.

Xi Jing’s body went stiff, not daring to move, his cheek resting on Chuzheng’s shoulder, his voice muffled: "Why..."

Chuzheng pondered for a while, then spoke slowly: "Because you saved me."

Xi Jing, uneasy: "But I didn’t do anything..."