Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 208 - 208 207 The Scene Was Once Brutal

208: Chapter 207: The Scene Was Once Brutal 208: Chapter 207: The Scene Was Once Brutal Normally, when people fight, they go through three steps: ‘mutual disapproval — verbal threats — physical confrontation’.

Due to regional characteristics and differences in personality, the duration of mutual disapproval and verbal threats can vary greatly.

So might take years to accumulate hatred and decide to turn hostile, whereas others might start fighting just from a simple “What are you staring at?”.

People like Lin Nianhe, who skip the second step and go straight to action, are rare.

It was too fast, too sudden.

So when the bulky man was dragged out of the house by Wen Lan, holding his hair, his brain was still fixated on the punch to his nose.

Shen Cailan leaned dumbly against her brother, watching Lin Nianhe, unsure of what to say.

Lin Nianhe clapped her hands, gave her so candies, and gently rubbed her head, softly saying, “Cailan, stay inside with your brother for now, teacher is going to deal with that man.”

Shen Cailan held the candies with wide, round eyes.

Lin Nianhe smiled warmly, turned, and considerately closed the door as she left.

Wen Lan kicked the man around the floor, scaring two chickens that were wandering around to hide in the corner.

Seeing that they didn’t notice her, Lin Nianhe reached behind her back and pulled a brick out of thin air.

“Ow, ow!”

The man scread chaotically, hugging his head and crawling around trying to dodge, continuously cursing, “Aren’t you supposed to be a teacher?

Teachers beating people up!”

His shouting was loud, unfortunately, it was working hours, and there weren’t many people in the village.

Thinking he had said the wrong thing as he was getting beaten, his mindset seed to open up dramatically, and he imdiately switched his accusation: “Ten Miles Team ca to beat people!

Ten Miles Team ca to beat people!”

“Keep shouting!” Lin Nianhe approached with the brick in her hand.

The man suddenly shut his mouth.

From his over thirty years of fighting experience, he knew that if he continued to shout in this situation, he would only get beaten harder.

Lin Nianhe walked over and signaled Wen Lan with her eye.

This ti, Wen Lan understood her aning and twisted her kick to land on the man’s shin, preventing him from escaping.

Lin Nianhe walked up to the man, looked down at him.

The man’s face was a ss, looking sowhat pitiful.

Suddenly, Lin Nianhe raised her foot and kicked his thigh: “I told you to keep yelling, did you not hear, you bastard?”

The man: “…!”

Shouting…

Asking for help also requires the right emotion; without it, one doesn’t even know what to shout.

The man swallowed the blood in his mouth, weakly and trembling yelled, “Help .”

Lin Nianhe kicked him again: “You call that shouting?

Are you looking down on ?”

The man’s lips trembled, and he increased his volu: “Help !”

“Calling for help?

You think I’m a murderer?

Did I say I was going to kill you?”

“…”

“Playing dead to set up?

Trying to scam ?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Still arguing back!”

“…”

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?”

Lin Nianhe fired off a sentence and a kick each ti, clearing her frustrated heart.

Wen Lan watched from the side, grinning.

Too brutal.

The man curled up like a boiled shrimp from the kicks.

In fact, Lin Nianhe’s kicks weren’t harder than Wen Lan’s, but the psychological damage she inflicted on the man was more severe than ten kicks from Wen Lan.

Seeing that he was almost subdued, Lin Nianhe crouched in front of him with the brick: “Hey, I’ll ask and you answer; if I’m not satisfied with your answers, show so iron head technique.”

“If Lin Nianhe had said this a few minutes earlier, that man would never believe she’d dare to smack his head with a brick.

But now, he believes, he believes all too well!

The man nodded like a pecking chicken: “Ask, ask, grandma, you ask.”

Lin Nianhe was satisfied with his attitude and lightly tapped his head a few tis with the brick as a reward.

“How much betrothal money did you give Shen Cailan?”

The man swallowed his saliva: “Twe-, twenty.”

Lin Nianhe: “Why twenty?

Do you have so obsession with this number?”

The man’s eyes widened, almost crying: “No, I don’t…”

“No?

That answer’s too perfunctory.” Lin Nianhe lightly bounced the brick, the threat was self-evident.

The man had never racked his brain so much, even when thinking about his wife.

He tried his best and finally squeezed out a sentence: “I figured, tw-, twenty would be enough for her mother’s dical bills.”

“Oh.” Lin Nianhe nodded, then changed the subject abruptly, “The person who initially wanted to use one hundred yuan as a betrothal to marry Wang Xixi was you, right?”

The man didn’t understand why she brought up Wang Xixi, but this question was easy to answer, and he imdiately nodded: “Yes, that was .”

“For Daxi it’s one hundred, for Cailan it’s twenty,” Lin Nianhe squinted her eyes, showing a malicious smile, “Sonny, aren’t you just bullying the honest people?”

The man trembled all over, his eyes reddened: “I didn’t!

I’m not!

I, I, I…”

Lin Nianhe ignored him, playing with the brick, and continued: “You just said, once you’ve given the betrothal money, Cailan has to go with you, or else you’d report it to the Public Security, right?”

“No, I didn’t, I don’t want her anymore, is that okay…”

“That won’t do, you’ve taken the betrothal, how can I let you not marry?” Lin Nianhe looked at him kindly, “How about this, you go get your injuries checked at the health clinic first, you can’t get married with injuries, right?”

The man was at a loss, looking at her helplessly.

Lin Nianhe leisurely continued: “Right, I learned a new term today, called ‘beat as soon as discharged’, guess what it ans?”

The man…

cried.

A solidly built grown man, burying his face and sobbing quietly on the ground.

Beside, Wen Lan looked at Lin Nianhe, muttering thoughtfully in a low voice: “No wonder you never let hit people, I thought you were afraid I’d cause trouble, turns out you think I’m too soft.”

Lin Nianhe’s breath faltered, she wrinkled her nose at her, signaling her to shut up.

This ti, Wen Lan didn’t lose her temper and simply covered her mouth.

Lin Nianhe bent down, poking the man’s face with the corner of the brick: “Why cry?

It’s a joyous occasion to marry a bride, why the fuss?

You’re not happy with it?”

This was like the last straw that broke the cal’s back, the man burst into loud crying.

“I won’t marry, I won’t marry…

I’m scared, grandma please spare …”

Lin Nianhe clicked her tongue: “Don’t be like that, I don’t mind the trouble.”

The man: “I won’t marry, I’ll walk away whenever I see Shen Cailan…

I don’t want the money anymore…”

“It sounds like we’re after your twenty yuan.”

“No!

You’re not!

I willingly offered it…

Please let go…”

Lin Nianhe, seeing that she had scared him enough, took out twenty yuan from her pocket and threw it at him.

“Take the money, get lost, and if you ever dare have such crooked thoughts again…

There’s a nice view in the back hills.

I’ll definitely find you a good spot to bury you.”

As Lin Nianhe said this, her tone was very calm, even calr than when she was joking.

But the man could see a bloodthirsty chill in her eyes, as if killing soone was just a trivial matter for her.

He shuddered, and without saying another word, he picked up the money and stumbled away.

Lin Nianhe squatted there motionless, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, pressing her temples in irritation.

It’s been too long since she dealt with scum, she had a bit of a reaction, recalling the ends of days.

Wen Lan felt sothing was off and approached to ask: “Hezi, what’s the matter?”

Lin Nianhe didn’t respond, and after a while, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, her gaze regained clarity.

Casually tossing away the brick, she stretched out her hand to Wen Lan, and in a sticky voice said, “Sister Lan, help up, I’m scared stiff.”

Wen Lan slapped her hand away: “What are you scared of!”