Chapter 477: Chapter 477

"Why are you here?" Mai Qiqi wiped her battered face and asked amidst sobs.

Chen Ke: "...Wan Chu’er called me."

"Chuchu is still the best."

Chen Ke: Even though I saved you, you praise Wan Chu’er and even scolded me.

Mai Qiqi cried for a long time, when she finally had enough, as she was calming down, she tried to stand up supporting herself with her hands, but her ankle hurt so badly that she instantly fell down again with a cry of "ouch."

Chen Ke, with quick reflexes, reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Don’t touch me, you stinky man!" Mai Qiqi instinctively flung her arm away.

Chen Ke immediately let go, quietly watching her struggle on her own without saying a word.

Ignoring Chen Ke, Mai Qiqi pulled up her trouser leg and saw her ankle swollen badly, probably twisted while running in the Sorghum Field.

Thinking of this, she immediately remembered Zhang Gouzi, that scoundrel, and her face hardened with resolve; she was determined to make him pay!

"Where is that trash Zhang Gouzi?" she asked Chen Ke.

Chen Ke pointed into the distance, "Over there."

Fuming, Mai Qiqi tried to stand up again and stepped forward, but the piercing pain in her ankle made her fall once more.

She glared up at Chen Ke. "Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m ? Don’t you know to help me up? I’m going to beat that trash up."

Chen Ke expressionless: "I’m a stinky man."

Clearly remembering the words Mai Qiqi had just said, suggesting that he is a stinky man and not fit to touch Miss Mai Qiqi herself.

Mai Qiqi choked up, finally remembering that she had indeed scolded him. Wasn’t she just angry? Why be so petty?

Men are really not cute at all, getting upset with an injured person on purpose. Can they be any more petty? Seriously, their hearts are smaller than a needle’s eye.

Thus, Chen Ke gained one more label in Mai Qiqi’s mind: a petty man.

"...Don’t touch me without my permission; it’s better for everyone, but... now, please help me over there," Mai Qiqi said, lifting her chin and with a deadpan expression.

A true gentleman doesn’t fight with a lady.

So, Chen Ke carefully helped Mai Qiqi by holding one of her arms and slowly walked forward, removing sorghum stalks that obstructed the path.

Both remained silent until they saw Zhang Gouzi laying on the ground, covered in blood.

Mai Qiqi glanced at Chen Ke, unemotionally, impressed by his capability—how powerful he must be to kick someone so far, so fierce.

She looked around, wanting to find something handy to give Zhang Gouzi a good beating and release her frustration, but couldn’t find anything suitable.

Then a stick appeared in front of her, the very same stick that Zhang Gouzi used to hold.

Mai Qiqi looked disdainfully and asked, "What’s this supposed to mean?"

Chen Ke lowered his eyelids, hiding his expression as if looking at a fool, and said: "Didn’t you want to find something to beat him with?"

Mai Qiqi turned her head: "I find this stick dirty." Meaning even if there was not a handy tool, she wouldn’t use something Zhang Gouzi had touched.

It’s really hard to understand this miss’s whims, thought Chen Ke, as he tossed the stick away far.

Mai Qiqi’s eyes caught a glimpse of Chen Ke’s waist, where he was wearing a military belt, and then said, "Take off your belt."

Chen Ke instinctively stepped back, quickly understanding what she meant, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, but didn’t move, only saying:

"I’m a shitty man too."

Mai Qiqi gave him a disdainful glance, "I’m just borrowing it."

"I don’t want to dirty your hands."

"Can’t you be less petty? Are you even a man!"

During their standoff, Wan Chu’er finally found the spot. Hearing Mai Qiqi’s vigorous voice in the Sorghum Field, she shouted, "Mai Qiqi?"

Mai Qiqi was startled, then became excited, "I’m here, Wan Chu’er, come here quick."

"Okay, coming." Wan Chu’er jumped into the Sorghum Field and sprinted towards them.

Mai Qiqi said to Chen Ke, "You can keep your precious belt." With Wan Chu’er there, the expert in beating people, why would she need to act herself!

Chen Ke, speechless, turned his head and took a deep breath. He concluded: Women are hard to please, especially those with a princess temperament!

Wan Chu’er arrived and immediately saw the disheveled Mai Qiqi. Mai Qiqi’s face was a mess, and she noticed Mai Qiqi’s swollen eyes, swollen from crying just moments ago.

Without a word, she scrutinized Mai Qiqi again: socks on her feet, shoes gone, clothes wrinkled and torn in a few places, one pant leg rolled up to the knee.

Wan Chu’er grabbed Mai Qiqi’s shoulders and asked solemnly, "Have you been mistreated?"

The word "mistreated" hit Mai Qiqi’s sore spot. She hugged Wan Chu’er again and, regardless of Chen Ke’s presence, burst into loud sobbing.

"Chuchu, I was terrified just now."

"I thought I was going to meet my doom today."

"This place is too horrifying; I want to go back to Beijing...sob..."

"Chuchu, I’m so scared, why am I so unlucky..."

Mai Qiqi cried in Wan Chu’er’s arms, while Chen Ke stood by, his temples twitching. She’s an adult; how can she cry like a child so suddenly.

Wan Chuer felt both guilty and distressed. She embraced Mai Qiqi with one arm and gently stroked her back with the other, comforting her.

"I’m sorry, Qiqi, for you being frightened. Rest assured, this time I’ll definitely take revenge for you and get that Zhang Gouzi jailed for life!"

When Mai Qiqi’s emotions seemed less intense, Wan Chu’er spoke firmly. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

Mai Qiqi burped and said, "Right, first give this piece of trash a beating, then send him to jail. Also, his hand grabbed my foot earlier, break his hands."

Wan Chu’er and Mai Qiqi were not the merciful type. Having been bullied, especially by someone as vile as Zhang, they wouldn’t let it go easily.

If the Mai Family in Beijing found out, taking Zhang Gouzi’s life wouldn’t be impossible.

After calming Mai Qiqi down, Wan Chu’er walked over to beat the still unconscious Zhang Gouzi, but Chen Ke stopped her.

"Sister-in-law, such a scumbag isn’t worth your or Miss Mai’s effort. Don’t dirty your hands; I’ll handle it."

Wan Chu’er glanced at Mai Qiqi, and Mai Qiqi nodded at her, right, not worth dirtying Chuchu’s hands.

However, she was not the slightest bit thankful for Chen Ke’s initiative; just moments ago, he was too petty to even lend his belt.

Knowing Mai Qiqi didn’t think highly of him, Chen Ke didn’t bother to speak further, simply walked over and stepped on Zhang Gouzi’s right wrist. There was a "crack"—his wrist was crushed.

The unconscious Zhang Gouzi was awakened by the severe pain and screamed piercingly as he clutched his arm.