Chapter 83: The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife
Chapter 83: The Sense of Security He Provided
"This territory is something I worked hard to snatch. If you want a piece, you'll have to beat me."
After a beating, the bruised and swollen little boy became obedient. Dragging his fragile body, he crouched in a corner where the cold wind couldn't reach, using tattered clothes as a makeshift blanket and dried straw as a mat, curling up into a small ball...
The next day, as the sun rose, the bed was empty, leaving only a warm steamed bun.
The little boy rushed over and devoured it.
Before long, "he" came again.
Not only did "he" clean up the broken house, fixing the windows with boards and replacing the old glass, but also used candles for light, crafted a broom from small bamboo sticks, and cleared the spider webs from the walls. The entire house was revitalized. The roof's broken tiles were all repaired, preventing leaks and shielding from small hail.
The wooden bed still belonged to him.
A worn-out straw mat now lay on the floor.
On the table, there was a broken bowl and a large steamed bun.
This time, there was no beating; they spent the night peacefully.
The next morning, the little boy woke up early, staring at the warm steamed bun on the table and the figure taller than himself about to leave.
"Will you come often in the future?"
He said, "Not sure."
"I'm Xiao Zhongbiao. Let's split this room in half from now on. Come whenever you want."
"Xiao Cheng."
He left after saying these two words.
Later, they became friends. "He" introduced him to another little boy, Luo Shiliu.
The three of them often acted together, using makeshift nets to fish by the river, digging for small loaches in the stream, climbing trees to reach bird nests, roasting large clams from the river, catching small crabs...
They fought together.
They were beaten together.
They picked up weapons together to defend their safety.
Later on, they gained two more friends, Wang Hao and Xiao Dazhuang. The five of them formed a group, and no one dared to bully them.
As they grew up, they entered a dark factory in the city, working day and night. When the boss withheld their wages, they beat him up and left with the money.
Later on.
He joined an organization.
It was filled with the darkest evils in the world, the most ruthless and bloody conflicts, with the highest rewards.
Through countless injuries from fists, steel pipes, knives, and guns, in numerous brawls where life and death were at stake, he earned a reputation as a tyrant, and the other four also joined the organization.
They embarked together on the bloody path of wielding blades.
Countless lessons in blood, countless nights of pain preventing sleep, and finally, they achieved the lives they desired.
Later, A Biao got married.
Choosing a better way of life for the future, he went solo despite everyone's advice.
When the white clothes were stained red with blood, every inch soaked, drops falling one by one... when the body, hacked and broken, was carried in front of them, they fell silent.
The next day, he, along with Luo Shiliu, Xiao Dazhuang, and Wang Hao, went to the enemy's lair and avenged A Biao.
Armed with weapons, they settled the score with a powerful figure in the southern city who had influence and guns—a notorious old scoundrel. They handed the debt to the big boss, reclaiming A Biao's dignity.
Every scene was tinted with blood.
In the midst of deep sleep, Bai Lu's brows furrowed, cold sweat forming on her forehead. Her hands clenched into fists, as if struggling to escape from some unpleasant memory.
The smell of medicine covered her mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe.
She couldn't even cry for help.
In the moment of despair, a broad and sturdy chest forcefully entered, breaking all restraints. It enveloped her in a safe zone, eliminating the medicine smell and the suffocating despair. Between breaths, there was a familiar and refreshing cold breath.
Bai Lu's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
A hand with a faint callus lightly stroked her back, and the hands tightly clenched in fists were gently opened, with long fingers slowly interlocking with her delicate ones.
Ten fingers intertwined.
The rapid heartbeat of the person in his arms gradually stabilized, and Xiao Cheng's hand gently brushed the back before turning to adjust the blanket.
Pushing the blanket down, avoiding contact with her neck and above, preventing it from covering her face and nose, he placed his large hand back on her back.
Gently patting, they embraced each other and fell asleep together...
...
With the route provided by Chen Chunli, not to mention Wang Cuihua and Aunt Wu, who had already established sales channels in the town, even Yu Fugui, who had yet to open up a market, was doing well. His sales were even better than the combined earnings of Wang Cuihua and Aunt Wu.
Every time they distributed the money at Bai Lu's house, everyone was joyous, their faces brimming with the happiness of abundant wealth.
Wang Cuihua had no experience in business and initially struggled to compete with Aunt Wu and Yu Fugui. However, with the recommendations from old customers and the growing number of new customers, the reputation of the candied chestnuts quickly spread throughout Dashizhen.
Moreover, Wang Cuihua often secretly observed Aunt Wu's stall, learning how she sold chestnuts.
When she went to Dashizhen to sell, more people came to buy from her, and her earnings naturally increased.
Now, Wang Cuihua could receive at least a hundred yuan from Bai Lu every day.
Sometimes it reached one or two hundred yuan, making her ecstatic as she enjoyed a prosperous life of eating well and dressing beautifully. She bought many pretty dresses and strolled around the streets every day. Although she deliberately avoided Chen Chunli every time she saw her, her colorful and eye-catching outfits were hard to ignore.
Wang Cuihua, a widow with no relatives in town, who lacked any skills, was not accepted at the brick factory. She could only rely on selling candied chestnuts to make money.
Chen Chunli, angered and envious, transferred her frustration to Wang Hao, resulting in punches, kicks, and ear-pulling.
Scolding him was useless. Accusing him of being useless, unable to earn money when even a widow could make more, only fueled her anger.
Chen Chunli, pregnant with a child, couldn't do anything more to Wang Hao. She could only endure and bear it.
Her parents secretly wiped away tears in the house, regretting their weak bodies that prevented them from working and made them burdens to their child.
After scolding Wang Hao, Chen Chunli regretted speaking too much at Bai Lu's house. She wanted Wang Hao to mediate and ask Xiao Cheng for mercy, allowing her to sell Bai Lu's candied chestnuts.
Wang Hao had a sense of face and couldn't do it.
After last time's roundabout questioning about the candied chestnut recipe, which angered Xiao Cheng, he didn't dare to provoke him again. This time,
he didn't even dare to ask for mercy.
After Chen Chunli caused a ruckus at Bai Lu's house, Wang Hao, who had been laying bricks for the past few days, didn't dare to speak to Xiao Cheng.
The last time he subtly inquired about the candied chestnut recipe, Xiao Cheng was unhappy. This time, he didn't dare to provoke him again.
After Chen Chunli caused a commotion at Bai Lu's house, Wang Hao could only buy a large basket of fruits and personally visit Bai Lu.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Bai Lu."
Bai Lu was in the backyard, cutting grass with a sickle, and throwing it into the small river to feed the fish.
The string of crucian carp given by Xiao Dazhuang last time was ten in total. After eating five, the remaining five were released into the small river.
Today was the weekend, and Xiao Wei didn't have to go to school. After finishing his homework, he also helped cut grass in the backyard.
Hearing the knocking at the door, his small eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Chen Chunli is here."
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