The Attack of the Tycoon (5)

Chuzheng took back her hands and lowered her eyes to look at her palms.

Although her fingernails were painted black, her fingers were beautiful so why had he hid?

Chuzheng looked at him and looked back at her hands.

She stood up.

Then, she bent down and held the young man's shirt collar.

The collar strangled his neck and his air supply was cut off. Adding on to Chuzheng's strength, Ye Chen was forced to stand up.

His whole body was in pain thus, the young man could not stand still and staggered, falling down onto Chuzheng's body.

Seeing as to how Ye Chen was going to fall on her, Chuzheng released her hold and stepped back.

Ye Chen fell on the ground.

His hands burned in pain as he braced the ground.

His furious gaze turned towards Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: "…"

I did not know you were so weak!

Don't look at me like that!

It was not on purpose!

Chuzheng breathed in and pulled the young man's elbow, helping him up.

The young man struggled for a while yet Chuzheng could not feel his struggle at all as after the young man was beaten harshly, his whole body screamed in pain and he was too weak.

She helped Ye Chen to the chair beside them.

Ye Chen's eyes harbored anger and vigilance and he looked more like a bullied young cub.

Looking at his state, Chuzheng could not help but raise her hands and fondled Ye Chen's hair.

The soft-touch made Chuzheng's expression turn even stricter.

How soft!

He would not be angry if I touched a few more times, right?

Chuzheng glanced at the young man and met his furious gaze. She immediately turned away and expressionately touched his head.

One touch was a touch, two touches were still a touch!

I touch as I please so what could you do to me!

Ye Chen had been scolded, beaten, ignored and hated… But never once did someone touch his head so softly. His expression turned dark and blushed with a hint of suspicion before he flew into a rage out of humiliation.

"Enough!"

Ye Chen roared out.

The humiliation on his face made the young man's expression look dark.

Chuzheng took back her hands and rubbed her palms against her pants.

"Wait here."

Her voice was cold and was laced with no emotions.

Chuzheng bent down and stared at Ye Chen's eyes before mouthing out the words one by one. "If you run, I'll break your legs."

When Chuzheng said those words, there was only one feeling, fierce.

Ye Chen: "…"

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Ye Chen wanted to run but he had no energy. Those people he met earlier had beaten him too harshly and now, his whole body was in pain.

Chuzheng came back with a bag of medicines.

It was really a bag.

The bag was filled with medicines of all sorts of color and he did not know what medicines were there.

Ye Chen glared at the abnormal person in front of him with vigilance.

She terrorized the school with a group of incompetent, bad students who bullied others.

Anyone who dared to oppose her would face a bad ending.

Although he had never been bullied by her, he was bullied by her group of underlings.

The young man gripped his hands tightly.

She must be thinking of ways to bully him.

It must be…

Her group of underlings could be nearby and appear later to embarrass him.

Chuzheng pulled the young man's hands but the young man did not want her to touch him and retreated back.

"Don't move."

The two people pulled back and forth until Ye Chen winced as the wound on his palm seemed to reopen again and started to bleed.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth. She must have done it on purpose!

"Tss…"

The liquid antiseptic was poured onto his palms.

Ye Chen widened his eyes slightly as the liquid antiseptic flowed into his wound and a sharp pain slowly spread across his hand.

That little bit of pain could not be compared to the pain he experienced when he was beaten.

He made zero noise and stared at the abnormal girl in front of him cleaning up his wound and pasting the band-aid.

Her fingers rubbed against his skin which was mixed with liquid antiseptic and started to feel scorching hot.

"What are you trying to do?"

Chuzheng pulled over his other hand and said coldly, "To be your friend."

"Hehe…" The young man raised his head and looked around his surroundings as a sarcastic gleam flashed through his black eyes. "Are all of you playing a game? Are you waiting for me to believe you, so that you can all embarrass me?"

He had seen this kind of trick before.

A person who only knew how to bully others said that they were a good person. How funny was it?

"No."

"I won't be tricked!"

"Oh."

Chuzheng continued to paste the band-aid.

Ye Chen observed her expression. It seemed that since she appeared, she had no change in her indifferent and cold expression.

Ye Chen was wearing the school uniform which was turning white from excessive washing. Chuzheng rolled up his pants and the young man stepped back slightly, shying away.

Chuzheng held his knee down.

"Tss…"

The young man was hurt pretty badly this time and winced. Was she purposely torturing him?

Once Chuzheng saw his reaction, she immediately let go and bit down her lips with a serious face.

She did not do it on purpose.

She really did not do it on purpose.

Before Ye Chen flipped out, Chuzheng swiftly rolled his pants up.

Blood flowed out from the wounds on the knee as well. There were even some greenish-yellow bruises mottled on his legs in which some looked to be injuries from the past and looked very frightening.

Ye Chen suddenly felt furious.

He raised his hands and wanted to cover up those bruises.

But Chuzheng held his hands and even the corners of her eyebrows were of a cold expression. "Don't move."

Ye Chen froze for a moment.

Then, he slowly moved his hands back.

Chuzheng's gaze fell on the rolled-up pants. Thinking about it, this was the school uniform of the proprietress's school.

Because the proprietress had never ever worn the school uniform, she did not think of it immediately.

She poured the liquid medicine on her hands and rubbed it on Ye Chen's leg.

Her fingertips were warm.

It was totally different from her icy cold look.

Ye Chen's body stiffened and he dared not move. He felt her hands on his skin which brought a slight feeling of itchiness.

Chuzheng suddenly spoke up. "You're from Second Junior High too?"

Ye Chen was surprised.

She did not know him?

Ye Chen felt that it was not possible that she did not know who he was…

But thinking about how she was escorted by big crowds in front and behind, not remembering him was normal.

While Ye Chen had his imagination run wild, Chuzheng had already treated his wound and proceeded to help his face.

She clearly did not need the answer to the question.

As his school uniform was already representative of the answer.

Ye Chen's face was filled with blueish-purple bruises and even had blood on the corner of his mouth. There was only one word to describe his face, tragic.

After the wounds on his face were cleaned and treated, Chuzheng glanced at his body. "There should be wounds on your body. Take off your shirt."

"I don't need your help." Ye Chen hugged himself. "I can do it myself."

Chuzheng expressionlessly nodded her head and gave the medicine to him.

"…Turn around!"

Chuzheng threw him a cold glance.

You had not even matured yet, who would want to look at you?

After Ye Chen was assured that Chuzheng had turned around, he started to treat his wounds. He could do it for the front but at the back, he could not reach at all.

In the end, he simply gave up.

"I'm done."

Chuzheng kept the medicine and stuffed the bag of medicines to him.

Ye Chen: "…"

Chuzheng clapped her hands before stuffing it into her pockets and prepared to leave.

[Little miss, you're leaving?]

Then?

[Bring him home! Didn't you see how pitiful he looks? How could you leave him here alone!? This is what a good person should do!]

Chuzheng furrowed her brows slightly.

Why was it so troublesome?

Could she not be a good person?

[…Little miss, you must work hard to be a good person! Good luck!]

For the sake of going back!

She would tolerate it!

Wasn't it just to send him back?

How hard was it!

Chuzheng tilted her head and her cold gaze fell on the young man before she asked coldly, "Where do you live?"

The dim street lights fell on the young man's body and the shadow on the ground was stretched long. The young man looked lean and thin with a hint of pitifulness.