bayedsolid Chapter 274 The Beauty and the Boss's Love and Career (27 words)
Chapter 274 The Beauty and the Boss's Love and Career (27 words)
He stood there, stunned, his eyes brimming with tears.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back, looking utterly pitiful, as if anyone could easily bully or trample on him.
Yun Sui watched, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:
This person looks a bit silly; how come he doesn't know how to protect himself in this chaotic place?
Sure enough, the boy finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice soft yet trembling, with a noticeable stutter:
"I...I...I want...want to...find...find...find my brother..."
As Yun Sui listened, she couldn't help but exclaim inwardly: He's a stutterer?!
At this moment, the surrounding noise seemed to become background noise, and everyone's attention was focused on the two groups of people who were on the verge of exchanging blows.
The nouveau riche was so angry that his face turned bright red, the redness spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his neck.
His eyes were wide open like copper bells, burning with raging anger, and the veins on his neck were bulging as if they were about to burst.
He extended a short, stubby finger, trembling slightly with rage, pointing it at the members of the ancient family, and roared hoarsely:
"You bunch of cheating bastards, stop pretending to be confused!"
You lost everything in the gambling game before, it's all written in black and white, and you have to pay up according to the rules!
Don't try to play those games with me about not paying back what you owe. You're paying me today, whether you like it or not!
His voice sounded particularly jarring in the dimly lit space.
The ridiculously thick gold chain around his neck swayed violently with his movements, making a clanging sound.
The middle-aged man from the old family had his face alternating between pale and flushed.
The white one is because they feel guilty, while the red one is because they are enraged by the accusations from the nouveau riche.
His lips trembled slightly; though he was afraid, he remained defiant, stubbornly retorting:
"Hmph, what kind of betting game?"
We don't remember!
You're deliberately setting a trap for us, trying to extort money without even considering who you're dealing with!
We're not easy to bully!
As he spoke, he unconsciously took a half-step back, a flicker of panic in his eyes as he made a last-ditch effort.
The old man standing behind him, though leaning on a cane, was trembling with anger, his wrinkles deepening with fury.
He jabbed his cane into the ground with a dull thud, muttering to himself.
"It doesn't make sense, it simply doesn't make sense!"
"We've used all our money to enter the dungeon, where would we get the money to give you! Don't go too far!"
Don't think we're afraid of you bunch of bumpkins!
The middle-aged man added loudly, his voice carrying a hint of "what's the use of trying?"
His hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on his arms bulged slightly, trying not to lose in terms of momentum to his opponent.
The two groups glared at each other, their eyes seemingly sparking a flame.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder; a single spark could ignite a fierce conflict at any moment.
The surrounding crowd unconsciously stepped back.
Some people looked terrified, while others chatted amongst themselves, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.
The boy, however, remained absorbed in his own world, completely unaware of the tense situation that was about to erupt.
He was sobbing, his eyes were red and swollen like ripe peaches, and tears kept sliding down his cheeks, dripping onto the dusty ground.
His face was streaked with tears, and his hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to his wet cheeks.
She moved unsteadily, inching toward a pale-faced man in the old house, his whole being weak and listless, each step seeming to have exhausted all her strength.
"Cousin... I... I... I want... I want to... find... my brother... brother, you... you... you promised... me... my..."
His voice was choked with sobs, soft and helpless, and he stuttered even more violently because of his nervousness and fear.
His hands gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, his fingers turning white from the force, his body trembling slightly as he shivered in the hostile environment.
The man's face instantly showed extreme impatience, his brows furrowed tightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like deep ravines.
His eyes were filled with disgust, as if the boy in front of him was the most hateful thing in the world.
With a sudden, forceful flick of his wrist, almost sending the boy flying, he shoved the boy to the ground, cursing loudly as he did so.
"Can you fucking just leave me alone?!"
All you ever do is look for your brother. Don't you have hands and feet? Can't you go find him yourself?
"What bad luck! Doesn't she even know what time it is? Still crying and whining like this, it's so annoying!"
The rough action sent the boy's body crashing down onto the cold ground like a light, floating leaf, raising a cloud of dust.
The boy's knees and palms were scraped, and a few drops of blood were seeping out.
But he seemed not to feel any pain; he just sat there blankly on the ground, his eyes filled with confusion and grievance.
The rest of the Chen family also began to hurl insults at each other.
The old man, with a lewd appearance, was squinting, a sinister expression on his face, muttering to himself:
"That unlucky kid, he's always causing us trouble!"
I knew I shouldn't have brought him in. Now look what's happened, one problem after another!
He's a jinx; wherever he goes, trouble follows!
Why didn't they get kidnapped by human traffickers sooner? They wouldn't be standing in the way here!
Two heavily made-up women, fanning themselves with handkerchiefs, shouted in a shrill voice:
"Exactly! If I had known it would be this troublesome to bring him in, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted in the first place!"
Look at the mess he's made now, dragging us all into this mess!
He's a good-for-nothing. What can he do besides cry?
I really hope he gets out of here soon and doesn't drag us down with him!
The thin, small middle-aged man also chimed in:
"You're so useless, all you do is cry. You've made us all lose face!"
If this matter isn't resolved properly today, it's all his fault!
They took turns hurling insults and curses at the boy with the most vicious language.
Their faces were filled with anger and disgust, as if the boy were a burden that shouldn't exist.
Faced with the crowd's malice, the boy just sat there blankly on the ground, his eyes filled with confusion and grievance, muttering to himself:
"No...no...don't hit...hit...Ruanruan, Ruanruan...Ruanruan...want...want brother...brother, Ruanruan wants...want...brother..."
His voice was choked with sobs, so weak in this malicious environment, yet so persistent.
His body was still trembling slightly, his hands tightly clasped to his chest, as if seeking warmth and comfort.
It seemed that simply repeating this phrase could dispel all the gloom and help him find his beloved brother.
He seemed completely oblivious to the harsh words from those around him and the impending conflict, remaining immersed in his simple and pure world.
Just as everyone was talking amongst themselves and the situation was getting increasingly out of control, the slightly younger woman from the old family swayed her hips and walked gracefully to Ruan Ruan, who was sitting on the ground, with a fawning smile on her face.
She first insincerely stroked her soft hair, then turned to face the nouveau riche, her face plastered with a fawning smile, and said:
"Brother, please calm down. We were wrong just now and offended you. I apologize."
As she spoke, she slightly bowed, but her eyes revealed a shrewd calculation.
"As you can see, our family went through a lot of hardship to get to this underground city. We've spent all our savings and really have no money left."
She sighed, feigning a helpless and pitiful look, "But we also know that a bet is a bet, and we can't break the rules."
After thinking it over, how about this?