Yang Jinxia waved her hands in panic, fear spreading through her eyes.
She wanted to run, but Lin Jinghong didn’t give her the chance, grabbing hold of her.
“Don’t you want to take revenge with your own hands? He’s right in front of you now. You can do whatever you want to him.”
Lin Jinghong’s voice was full of temptation.
“How dare you! You bitch, you slut! I’m your fiancé, you—”
“Smack!”
Yu Youwei’s angry curses were cut off as Lin Jinghong slapped his face sideways.
“See? In front of me, he doesn’t have the ability to fight back.”
Yang Jinxia watched helplessly as Lin Jinghong pinned Yu Youwei down and beat him up again.
All she could hear was Yu Youwei’s screams.
She froze, her heart stirring with restless desire.
She unconsciously took a step forward, and Lin Jinghong caught it in her peripheral vision, the corner of her mouth curling up.
“Come here.”
Yang Jinxia obediently walked over and stood beside her.
“Clench your fist and hit here.” Lin Jinghong pointed at Yu Youwei’s abdomen.
“And here.”
She even demonstrated with her own hands.
“You bitch, you slut, I won’t let you get away with this… ugh!”
The cursing Yu Youwei never expected Yang Jinxia to actually dare to strike.
He doubled over, incredulous, his face twisted beyond recognition from pain and shock.
Yang Jinxia was afraid inside. But the next moment, her mind was flooded with images of Yu Youwei trying to bully her just moments ago.
Anger overwhelmed her fear.
“Ahhhh!” She suppressed her voice, keeping it low, as her fists rained down on Yu Youwei like raindrops.
Well, it was more like a flurry of punches and kicks.
Lin Jinghong watched her chaotic, uncoordinated assault. Yu Youwei’s face was covered in blood, and he had even passed out.
The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she grabbed Yang Jinxia. “Alright, alright, calm down.”
Yang Jinxia gradually settled down at the sound of her voice.
Her eyes were red, her fists swollen, and she had nearly bitten through her own lip.
Lin Jinghong patted her head soothingly. “What do you want to do? Report him to the police? Or throw him into the mountains to feed the wolves?”
Her expression said clearly: just say the word, and I’ll help.
Tears finally fell from Yang Jinxia’s eyes.
She was overwhelmed with gratitude and threw herself into Lin Jinghong’s arms. “Wuwuwu, why are you so good to me?”
Lin Jinghong almost instinctively flung her off, but forced herself to hold back.
Still, she pried the girl away.
“Talk with words, don’t get all clingy.” She felt a bit uncomfortable.
Yang Jinxia sniffled. “No police, no throwing him into the mountains. I can’t afford to offend him—his father is the captain of the guard brigade.”
Lin Jinghong’s brows furrowed deeply.
“His mother’s family also has connections.”
Yang Jinxia suddenly felt exhausted. Her family had arranged this engagement, and she had opposed it with every fiber of her being.
But what could she do…
“So you’re just going to let it go?” Lin Jinghong couldn’t believe it, not even at this point.
Yang Jinxia forced a smile that looked worse than crying. “Thank you for today. My name is Yang Jinxia. What’s your name?”
She wanted to remember her benefactor so she could repay her in the future, but she also didn’t want to drag her into this mess.
Neither the Yu family nor the Yang family could afford to offend.
Judging by Lin Jinghong’s clothes, she probably wasn’t from the county town. Better to leave it at that.
She was already endlessly grateful.
Lin Jinghong didn’t push it either. She had acted on a whim anyway, and she happened to find Yang Jinxia agreeable.
Everyone should make their own decisions about their own affairs.
“My name is Lin Jinghong. I live in Qingyan Brigade, under the Red Flag Commune.”
Yang Jinxia nodded firmly. “Alright, I will definitely repay you properly in the future.”
“I’ll remember that. Don’t you go back on your word now.” Lin Jinghong didn’t refuse in the slightest.
Yang Jinxia had no intention of making excuses, but she was still caught off guard by Lin Jinghong’s reaction.
She quickly nodded.
Having received her assurance, Lin Jinghong estimated the time and left first.
Yang Jinxia had said she would handle the man herself.
Outside the city, Lin Jinghong arrived at the meeting spot first and released the wild boar from her Spatial Dimension.
She also packed two sacks of rice mixed with dirt and sand.
The burlap sacks were ones she’d brought from home. She’d definitely have to ask the black market people to return them.
Her household was short on everything.
She had just finished setting up when the black market people arrived—Ji Chengyang leading four others.
They all looked at Lin Jinghong with surprise.
“Brother Yang, this woman isn’t trying to scam us, is she?” The burly man with a face full of flesh on Ji Chengyang’s left took one look at Lin Jinghong and felt certain Ji Chengyang had been duped.
A sallow-faced, skinny yellow-haired girl? She had goods?
Don’t make him laugh.
“Hey, you brat, you’re not messing with your grandpa here, are you?”
“Second Brother.” Ji Chengyang called out.
“Boom!”
The next moment, the burly man suddenly flew into the air, then crashed back down.
Even the birds resting in the forest were startled into flight.
Ji Chengyang and the others froze too—none of them had clearly seen what just happened.
“Cough, cough…” Ma Kui, lying on the ground, felt like all his internal organs were in agony.
“Who did you just say you’re the grandpa of?” Lin Jinghong picked at her ear.
She asked as casually as a gentle breeze.
“Damn bitch, if you’ve got guts, fight me fair and square! What kind of hero attacks from behind?” Ma Kui grimaced in pain.
Yet his mouth still refused to back down.
Lin Jinghong sneered and charged straight in, throwing punches. “Who the hell said I’m playing hero with you? Since your mouth’s so filthy, let me clean it up for you. You want to be my grandpa? That old bastard’s already half-buried in the ground—you want to join him? I’ll grant you that wish…”
Curses flew from her mouth without a moment’s loss, and her fists fell like raindrops.
All that could be heard were the curses and Ma Kui’s screams.
The stunned Ji Chengyang and the others snapped out of it and instinctively moved to break things up.
“Let go of Brother Kui…”
“Miss…”
Lin Jinghong paid them no mind—anyone who grabbed at her was treated as an opponent.
She dodged the hand reaching for her, kicked Ma Kui away, then seized that hand and flung the person to the ground.
Next came a spinning kick. The man behind her was taken down.
Ji Chengyang hadn’t wanted to fight, but the scene had already descended into chaos, and he couldn’t control it at all.
The entire woods seemed to have become Lin Jinghong’s stage.
Before long, Ji Chengyang and his men were scattered across the ground, groaning in varying degrees of pain.
Ji Chengyang’s left cheek was swollen.
A punch from Lin Jinghong had left his teeth loose.
Ma Kui was the worst off.
Whenever he accidentally met Lin Jinghong’s gaze, he instinctively flinched.
Damn it, this woman was terrifyingly fierce.
“Now can we talk business properly?” Lin Jinghong’s tone was calm.
Calm enough to be frightening.
The others kept their mouths shut, and even Ma Kui hung his head, all eyes turning to Ji Chengyang.
Ji Chengyang’s mouth twitched. Now you look at me? After being so impulsive just now.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek and winced at the pain.
“Sorry about that—my brother here was too impulsive. He’s just a one-track mind, no real ill intent.”
“Mm, I don’t bother arguing with fools.” Lin Jinghong waved a hand.
Ma Kui…
He angrily tried to rise, but meeting Lin Jinghong’s gaze, he shrank back again.