Chapter 926: True Saintly Sick Beauty vs. Fake White Lotus Hypocrite (Part 36)

His hand fiercely gripped the railing beside him, without realizing his fingernails were being crushed and bruised under the immense pressure.

He watched with bloodshot eyes as the two of them left. Qin Chuan even opened the car door for her sister, and the two got into the car and drove away.

"Actually, you don’t have to be so polite. I can call the driver to pick me up," Gu Shengyin said.

Qin Chuan shook his head, "If Miaomiao knows I left you to go home by yourself, she’ll definitely nag me for an hour."

Not to mention Miaomiao, even he couldn’t feel at ease letting Gu Shengyin go home alone.

Gu Shengyin returned home only to be told that Shen Nian had not come back yet.

She called Shen Nian.

Shen Nian was wandering aimlessly on the street at the time.

He didn’t feel like going home at all, unsure of what he was trying to escape from.

Receiving a call from Gu Shengyin, his eyes lit up for a moment, but thinking she might have just gotten out of Qin Chuan’s car, his mood darkened again.

"Xiao Nian, why haven’t you come home yet?" The voice over the phone was still so gentle.

Shen Nian thought of how she had been gently conversing with another man not long ago.

He tried hard to make his voice sound normal, "I went out to play with some classmates today, so I’ll be home a bit late."

Gu Shengyin didn’t suspect a thing. It’s perfectly normal for boys to go out and play; she previously worried that Shen Nian was too much of a homebody.

After asking if he’d be home for dinner and receiving a no, Gu Shengyin thoughtfully wished him to have a good time.

Shen Nian was slowly walking alone on the street until he was blocked by several guys with bleached yellow hair.

"Hey buddy, we’re a little tight on cash recently. Could you spare us some change?"

The leading thug scrutinized Shen Nian. His long experience on the streets gave him sharp eyes. One look at this boy’s clothes told him he was a prime target.

"Spare some change?" Shen Nian’s mouth curled into a peculiar smile.

"How convenient, I’m not in the best mood lately. You guys cheer me up, and I’ll spare you some change, alright?" He carefully placed his backpack on the ground.

"Damn, this kid’s got some nerve!" The guy with bleached hair spat his cigarette butt fiercely on the ground, "Brothers, let’s teach this disrespectful kid some manners!"

Fifteen minutes later.

Shen Nian bent down, picked up the backpack from the ground, and diligently dusted it off—after all, his sister bought it for him; it would be a pity if it got dirty.

In front of him lay a mess of yellow-haired thugs sprawled on the ground.

He slowly walked to the leading thug, and with one foot, stepped on his wrist.

The thug’s face turned pale instantly, almost crying out, "Bro, bro! I was wrong, take it easy, it was my mistake..."

"I don’t know the rules, huh?" Shen Nian applied slight pressure with his foot, causing the thug to burst into cries.

"No, no, no, we don’t know the rules. It’s us who don’t know them, we’ll compensate, we’ll compensate!"

Shen Nian did not lift his foot.

"No need for compensation, as agreed, you cheer me up, and I’ll spare you some change..."

With a forceful step, a cracking sound of bones was heard, and the thug let out a piercing scream.

Simultaneously, a thick wad of RMB was thrown onto his body.

The thug, sweating coldly, watched that departing figure, as if he were looking at a Demon.