??Chapter 357: Chapter 353 He is a ruthless person, another one with a sprained ankle_2
Chapter 357: Chapter 353 He is a ruthless person, another one with a sprained ankle_2
Hearing the last sentence, the Little Demon King visibly shivered while squatting on the ground. He looked up pitifully at Director Cheng and his wife and whimpered, “Grandpa, Grandma… Save , please save …..”
Mu Jiawen turned back and sneered, “Save you? You had the guts to run into my house and fight with , didn’t you say you wanted to kill
and Xiaohei? What’s wrong? Got scared now?”
Finally, two glistening teardrops appeared in the Little Demon King’s eyes, seemingly on the verge of falling as he looked at Mu Jiawen, yet he didn’t dare to make a sound.
Mu Jiawen said coldly, “Rember this—if Xiaohei gets even the slightest injury from now on, I’m holding you responsible.”
At this, Director Cheng instructed his wife, “Go get the money.”
“Are we really giving twenty thousand?” His wife was extrely reluctant.
Being accused by so many people, Director Cheng already felt extrely embarrassed, and with his wife unwilling to compensate for the loss, it seed as if there was no place left for his dignity.
He gritted his teeth and said, “If we don’t compensate them, would you rather pay with flowers? Dozens of pots of various kinds of flowers, are you sure you can find them all?”
They both were not ignorant about flowers; they knew that so among them were quite expensive, and a few pots were extrely difficult to take care of. To grow them to such a state and having them bloom, it was indeed very rare and not easy. Yet, their grandson had destroyed them all that day.
Therefore, in such a public setting, it would be indefensible not to compensate.
Director Cheng’s wife, still indignant, went ho and reluctantly brought back twenty thousand yuan and handed it over to Mu Jiawen, who took the money. Jiang Yan then opened the door and threw the Little Demon King out by the collar of his clothes.
Everyone thought that the Little Demon King would co out and cry pitifully in his grandparents’ arms. But instead, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he ran away as fast as his legs would carry him, all the while shouting loudly, “Just you wait, one day I’ll get your goat…..”
Mu Jiawen watched Director Cheng coldly, “You heard what your grandson said, right? You better rember this—as for , if I run into him once, I’ll beat him once. I et him, I beat him. After all, I’m only eighteen years old, still a child myself.”
Director Cheng, chest aching with anger, still apologized to Mu Jiawen, “Young lady, don’t worry, I won’t let him touch your little goat.”
Having said that, he quickly turned around with his wife and walked away, their pace hurried and sowhat staggering, appearing completely disheveled.
None of the onlookers felt sympathy for him; a few won even found it satisfying, yet at the sa ti, they began to regard Mu Jiawen with a bit of wariness.
They needed to rember this young girl; she was clearly not to be trifled with!
Mu Jiawen took the money back inside, carelessly tossing it onto the coffee table, then got out iodine and cotton swabs for treating wounds and went to the backyard to disinfect and dicate Xiaohei’s injuries together with Jiang Yan.
It made Mu Jiawen wonder if the livestock raised by students at the Agricultural University were a bit special. Every ti she looked into Xiaohei’s eyes, the animal would stare back at her with big, blinking eyes, very spirited, as if it were trying to charm her.
Sotis it even rubbed its head against her leg, obviously seeking her affection.
Was this creature she was raising a sheep?
It must be a dog!
Just like now, while Jiang Yan was applying dicine, Mu Jiawen crouched to help. Xiaohei raised its head and let out soft bleats towards her, its large eyes blinking, and even teary, as if it were feeling aggrieved.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Mu Jiawen tapped the two short horns on its head, “How can you be so silly? You have these things, why don’t you headbutt him? Rember, next ti anyone bullies you, use your head to fight back.”
“Baa…”
Zhu Jin’s eyes widened with surprise, “It seems to understand you, Jiajia. Where did you buy this sheep? It’s so smart.”
Yu Hang, however, looked as if he was at a loss for words. He wanted to ask why, when everyone else raised dogs or cats, would she raise a sheep?
What kind of hobby was that?
Mu Jiawen turned to look at Zhu Jin, not sure what to say. How could she tell her that she had bought Xiaohei originally thinking about having a barbecue?
Instead of a barbecue, now she had to take care of it daily.
After applying the dicine to Xiaohei and securing it back in the pen with a rope and giving it a vegetable, they went back inside to cook and eat noodles.
The next afternoon, Mu Jiawen called her mother to briefly explain the situation. On the other end, Mu Chenyan furrowed her brows in concern for both Xiaohei and her flowers.
But since it had already happened, there was no way to undo it. All she could do was sigh and say, “I know, I’ll be careful with that kid from now on.”
With the Little Demon King threatening to kill Xiaohei, nobody knew whether he was just bluffing or if he was seriously capable of doing sothing. Regardless, it was always right to be cautious.
…
Perhaps it was because the plaster they had bought was exceptionally good, but just overnight, Zhu Jin’s ankle had stopped swelling, and by the afternoon of the 4th, she was able to walk on her own without any issues.
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