Chapter 113 - (Wenxi, Why) All Zhao Yuans Hardships Went for Nothing Like the Ever-flowing Yangtze (2/2)
Zhao Yuan grabbed Lin Wenxi’s collar brutally. At this time, he wanted badly to tear the person before him into pieces. Zhao Yuan also tried to beat him and even destroy him. However, once he saw Lin Wenxi’s unutterable look and the concern on his face that he could not conceal, Zhao Yuan found it was so hard to be angry with him, except feeling sad. Shaking his head, Zhao Yuan let Lin Wenxi go and said while slowly stressing each syllable. “Wenxi, in the future, please don’t poke into my affairs, okay?” His voice was gentle and mild, but each of his words sounded bloody and as sharp as the blade.
“Does it hurt?” Lin Wenxi murmured his question to Zhao Yuan, who then shook his head and nodded while smiling at him.
“Why?” Lin Wenxi asked again.
Zhao Yuan was silent.
“The war between men has always been a life-or-death struggle. Though I felt worried, I still thought that he had put up quite a good show, and he was such a brave man! If it were you, I’m afraid that you wouldn’t know the feeling the pleasure and the sense of accomplishment after winning a life and death match!” Chen Wanxin looked down at Lin Wenxi.
Zhao Yuan walked away and brushed past Lin Wenxi.
Lin Wenxi saw it clear that the tears were sliding down from the corners of Zhao Yuan’s eyes. Those tears went across Zhao Yuan’s face like a streak of lightning flashed across the still night.
“Zhao Yuan…” Lin Wenxi tried to say something, but he only felt that everything before him went black, and his faces became burning hot.
Chen Wanxin glared at him, and her hand was still trembling. Before Lin Wenxi could react, Chen Wanxin slapped once again in his face, and this slap from her sounded very clear and loud.
“What are you doing…” Lin Wenxi asked, somewhat vaguely. He could not even feel the pain on his face.
Chen Wanxin raised her hand again, but Zhao Yuan griped it. “How dare you?!”
“But, Brother Yuan! The bonus of the match!” Chen Wanxin’s tears dropped down again.
Zhao Yuan turned around and walked away.
Lin Wenxi stood still. He thought that he misheard what Zhao Yuan had said. He wanted to catch up him and asked what exactly Zhao Yuan had said just now.
Lin Wenxi never felt that there would be such a moment that Zhao Yuan seemed to leave far away. Lin Wenxi went forward and caught up with him.
Zhao Yuan pushed him away subconsciously.
It was unknown whether it was because Zhao Yuan pushed him too hard or Lin Wenxi was unprepared that Lin Wenxi suddenly hit the iron fences on the sidewalk and fell heavily to the ground. Lin Wenxi gently stroked his cheeks and rubbed his knees softly. He was a little dumbfounded now. Watching Chen Wanxin leaving arm in arm with Zhao Yuan and their backs disappear quickly at the end of the crowd, he was torn apart like the cold air breathed by pedestrians being torn instantly in the boundless dark night.
“Brother Yuan. Are you okay, Brother Yuan?” Chen Wanxin kept asking.
Zhao Yuan suddenly turned around, and he clamped Chen Wanxin’s waist firmly with his five fingers. Chen Wanxin felt a sharp pain in the wrist, and her wrist almost became numb.
“You… hurt me…” Chen Wanxin grumbled.
“Chen Wanxin! Why did involve Wenxi in this matter? Who…” Zhao Yuan asked sharply, but he immediately swallowed the two remaining words, “are you,” down to his stomach.
“I didn’t…” Chen Wanxin argued in a hurry.
Zhao Yuan mercilessly left Chen Wanxin behind.
On the spot, Chen Wanxin gave herself a bitter slap in the face and muttered to herself, “I shouldn’t have appeared here. I shouldn’t have done that. I took such a redundant action. Zhao Yuan, he is so smart…”
Zhao Yuan thought, “Why would Chen Wanxin tell Wenxi about the things related to the boxing field? She must have known Lin Wenxi’s background, and she also knew that Lin Wenxi could stop me! You, all of you treated my father and me like this!”
“Who is Chen Wanxin exactly? Who the hell is her…”
Zhao Yuan ran somewhat frantically into the night in the distance, deeper and deeper.