Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
One hand holding her helt, Su Jin edited her text with her other. When she had finished, she got off the bike and pressed play.
“Dear nephew, I’d love to help you—if you call Aunt Jin.”
It was only then Yu Haiyang noticed Su Jin’s presence. As she wore a matching black tracksuit, it made her blend in with the rest of the darkness in the night. Not to ntion how she had been still, hardly making any noise.
Yu Haiyang bent over, his hand gripping where they’d kicked him. He struggled to stand up, wiping the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand. “What are you doing? Get out of here now!” He didn’t need her rubbing salt on his wound for what was coming next.
Su Jin caught his disappointnt and despair, and she typed, “I’m not apathetic, my dear nephew, and I wasn’t joking either. If you call Aunt Jin, I’ll give you a hand, and we’ll be out of here in no ti.”
Yu Haiyang paused to study her petite fra—the wind could blow her away—and there was no sign proving that she was dependable. If she were, the world would be in chaos. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Get out of here. Now!”
A faint smile hung at the corner of her lips. Almost too relaxed, she keyed in her reply before playing it out loud. “Co on, kiddo. Have so confidence in your aunt. Why don’t you be good and listen to so we can leave this place together?”
When the few bikers had noticed another person standing next to Yu Haiyang, they strode over, laughing and play fighting. “My, oh, my. Our Master Yu is popular indeed. With one chick gone, he now has another one with him.”
“What a lucky guy. Let’s make it quick, boys, before the cops turn around. It wasn’t easy fooling them to go away.”
The realization hit Su Jin—she did hear the siren wailing, but the cops never ca. It was those bikers that had made them think it was a false alarm.
As they circled Yu Haiyang, the man in lead ordered, “You. Go first.”
The other man nodded, his brutal features twisted. He held up the dagger and swung, aiming for his ankle.
“Stop!” A robotic voice ca from a phone.
The man holding the dagger paused before whirling to the source of the voice. He flashed a grin. “Hey, gorgeous. What’s up? You volunteering for him?”
Su Jin shook her head, fingers flying over her phone rapidly. “No, of course not. I have a quick question.” As the text-to-speech ended, she lifted the corner of her lips, showing off her captivating smile worn on her goddess-like face.
Dazed and chard, the man continued to ask, “What is it?”
Su Jin took her ti, ambling till she stood next to Yu Haiyang. Still wearing her beam, she squatted down and typed, “I want to know if he’ll call Aunt Jin.” She continued with the following line, “Ready to make a decision, dear nephew? I’m a woman of my word.”
Yu Haiyang had already given up on resisting, but Su Jin’s offbeat attitude struck him as odd—what was wrong with the mute girl? She was hanging around instead of leaving, talking about Aunt Jin and stuff. Did she have a trick up her sleeve, or was she sick of living?
Reluctantly, he admitted his defeat, “I’ll do it.”
The beam on Su Jin’s face grew wider. As if he was her favorite pet, she rubbed his hair. “Good boy. Though you could’ve said it earlier.”
With many grievances, Yu Haiyang kept his mouth shut.
Su Jin got to her feet, fingers dancing over her phone again. “Party’s over, boys. The kid’s my nephew.”
Yu Haiyang almost dropped his jaw. Why in the world would she think saying that was going to save them? Maybe her disability wasn’t only mute, but she was also ntal. She was beyond redemption!
anwhile, the n gave her looks of ridicule. “Are you nuts? We don’t give a d*mn whether he’s your nephew or not!”
“Yeah, crazy lady. Are you supposed to be in a psych ward?”
Su Jin reached one hand into her pocket without anyone noticing. She continued to type the words, “I got his back. Shoo! Before I get mad..”
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