Chapter 142: Chapter 142
Song Xiaojing covered her face in grievance, completely baffled by what had just happened and why her aunt’s attitude had suddenly changed.
"Did you listen to what I just said?"
Song Xiaojing bit her lip and murmured, "I understand, Aunt."
Zhang Jian was utterly exhausted and ended up falling asleep in the car on his way back.
Shen You’an’s gaze was icy as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"I want Yongrui Fund to disappear from Qingzhou forever."
The taxi driver thought he’d encountered someone who’d had too much to drink and was spouting middle-school delusions. Yongrui Fund disappearing from Qingzhou forever? What, did she think she was some kind of finance mogul controlling the world’s economy?
Young folks these days, each one more delusional than the last.
At the entrance of Xuefu Spring Residential Complex, Shen You’an helped Zhang Jian out of the car.
Zhang Jian shook his head, mumbling, "Home already...."
Shen You’an narrowed her cold eyes and gently tapped Zhang Jian on the back of his neck. Just as he woke, he instantly passed out again.
Shen You’an propped the unconscious Zhang Jian against the residential wall, letting him sit there.
Only then did Shen You’an roll her wrist, turning slowly.
Four young thugs armed with sticks blocked Shen You’an’s path, sneering maliciously.
This was the residential complex’s north gate, closest to the building where Shen You’an lived, but also secluded. This road was rarely traveled by anyone, especially at night, where not even a car was in sight for ages.
Their gazes wandered back and forth over Shen You’an’s slender legs, practically drooling.
"Hey little missy, why don’t you keep us company tonight? From now on, we’ll have your back around here."
"Say it—who sent you?" The girl crossed her arms, her face utterly devoid of fear.
"Not bad. You’re smart enough to realize you’ve pissed someone off."
The tattooed youth leading the group stepped closer, staring greedily at the girl under the streetlight.
Her cool and aloof demeanor was utterly captivating, like a flower blooming high on a cliff, making one itch with desire.
"An unarmed weakling like me facing off against you four stick-wielding men—there’s no way I’d win. So, I won’t resist. But if I’m going to die, at least let me die knowing who’s behind all this. Lately, I’ve angered quite a few people, and honestly, I can’t figure out which one it is."
The girl said with a sly smile.
The leader sneered, "Good that you know your limits. Ever heard of Master Hui? He’s a big shot in Qingzhou. His god-sister has it out for you. Tell me, do you think you can escape?"
"Brother Hui’s name naturally rings loud and clear—but his god-sister...?"
The girl furrowed her brows, seemingly confused.
"Hah, you really are something. Don’t even know who you’ve pissed off. Since you’re so cooperative, I’ll fill you in—it’s Zhang Shasha, the little sister."
The girl still looked puzzled.
"Your name’s Shen You’an, right?"
"From Lanya High School’s A class, right?"
Again, the girl nodded.
The man grinned sinisterly. "Then there’s no mistake. Sister Sha wants us to take care of you. Why? Because you ticked off her girlfriend. Someone had to get justice for her, and Sister Sha decided to step up."
Zhang Shasha’s original instructions were just to intimidate Shen You’an into backing down. If she cooperated, fine. If not, give her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
But upon seeing the girl, he suddenly changed his mind. That figure, that aura—it would be a waste not to take advantage of her now.
The man gazed at the cold and restrained face under the streetlight, unable to hold back any longer, reaching out with his sinful hand.
Yet before his fingers even touched her clothes, a piercing scream tore through the air, echoing sharply in the night.
The glasses’ lenses reflected a chilling gleam, though her eyes were indistinguishable. The faint curve of her lips carried a trace of wickedness.
With a crisp "crack," the man’s wrist shattered in her grasp.
The other three simultaneously felt a shiver run down their spines, instinctively retreating.
The injured man gasped in pain, his face twisted in agony. "All of you, get her! I refuse to believe we can’t take her down."
The information was wrong—this girl clearly had some fighting skills. But with four men attacking her together, surely they couldn’t lose.
The three glanced at each other, gripping their sticks as they moved forward.
Shen You’an flicked her hand, and the man was hurled to the ground, left utterly motionless.
In the blink of an eye, there were three collapsed figures in front of him, groaning and crying out in pain.
The man was completely stunned.
"Go back and tell your Master Hui: if it’s a matter of the streets, then we settle it by street rules. Tomorrow night at 8 PM, Huiye Bar. I’ll be waiting."
When the man looked up again, the girl was nowhere to be found—not even the man sitting asleep by the wall remained.