Power and Wealth

Houhai.

At the west end of the alley.

This side is filled with small restaurants, all converted from flat-roofed houses and rented out. It's quite messy and dirty, and the people are also quite mixed. It's not as beautiful as the lakeside.

The sourc𝗲 of this content is freēwēbηovel.c૦m.

"Ah!"

"Beat him!"

"Ah, my leg!"

"Fight him!"

A fight broke out, five against one.

Originally, everyone thought the situation would be completely one-sided. After all, there was a big difference in numbers. But who knew the situation was really one-sided but not in favor of the larger group? Instead, Dong Xuebing single-handedly dominated the situation. Well, it's not a matter of advantage or disadvantage anymore. Dong Xuebing was practically "slaughtering" them. Despite the many people on the other side, they seemed powerless against Dong Xuebing. No one could withstand even a single blow from Dong Xuebing, and Dong Xuebing didn't even feel like he was exerting any effort. Under the stunned gazes of everyone around, it was as if Dong Xuebing could casually kick or raise his hand, and several people would go flying.

One.

Three.

Five.

They all fell to the ground, unable to get up, rolling in pain. Two of them even passed out directly, lying there motionless as if dead. Only one person was unharmed, the one who hadn't been drinking earlier. He had been trying to dissuade his companions all along. Dong Xuebing was also a person who could distinguish grievances clearly. Since it had nothing to do with him, Dong Xuebing didn't bother with him, ignoring him.

It probably only took a few seconds.

None of the five could stand up anymore.

The neighbors watching were all dumbfounded. They never expected that this new neighbor not only had a background but also such good fighting skills.

But Fang Wenping was not surprised at all. She probably knew Dong Xuebing's combat power early on and didn't think he would fail here.

Dong Xuebing asked, "Are you okay?"

"Mm." Fang Wenping responded indifferently.

"Let's go back." Dong Xuebing didn't even glance at the people on the ground anymore. He greeted a few familiar neighbors and returned as if he had done something insignificant. Well, for Dong Xuebing, beating up five people was indeed too insignificant to mention. He probably wouldn't even dare to brag about it with his friends. It's like a billionaire suddenly making ten thousand dollars in the stock market one day. Would he dare to boast about it to others? It's too embarrassing for Dong Xuebing, too.

Everyone was very stunned.

Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping returned to the courtyard like this.

At the courtyard entrance, several old neighbors finally reacted and called out to Dong Xuebing, "Xiao Dong, what just happened?"

Fang Wenping had already entered the courtyard.

Dong Xuebing couldn't return, so he stopped and said to the neighbors, "Hey, it's what Aunt Ci told me. This is one of my relatives."

"Your aunt?" someone asked.

"Let's say it's my aunt." Dong Xuebing said.

"No wonder, hey, those people are indeed bastards," an old lady said.

Aunt Ci exclaimed, "Xiao Dong, you can fight. I never expected that."

Dong Xuebing smiled, "It's okay. I didn't care about those guys. They just got drunk and started acting like assholes, and they even implicated my relatives. It's asking for trouble. I didn't want to lower myself to their level. Otherwise, I would have broken their bones." After saying that, he glanced into the distance at the west end. Those people had already climbed up from the ground one after another. They were probably sober now, and their companions had awakened even the unconscious ones. Then, they looked at each other and glanced at Dong Xuebing's direction. In the end, no one said a word, and they all slunk away.

More than ten minutes passed.

The neighbors were still chatting with Dong Xuebing about recent events.

Dong Xuebing glanced at his watch. It was almost noon, so he said, "It's time for lunch. I'll head back first." Then he bid farewell and left.

In the courtyard.

Dong Xuebing closed the door behind him and sighed. Damn it, he had just decided to ignore Fang Wenping, but then he softened again. What a mess. Fang Wenping was a guest in his house, so it wasn't for others to harass her. It wasn't Fang Wenping's problem, but rather that those people didn't regard him, Dong Xuebing, seriously.

As he walked inside, he suddenly heard some noises from the kitchen, accompanied by a faint aroma.

Hmm.

Who's cooking?

Dong Xuebing was taken aback. He went in and looked at the kitchen, blinking as if he couldn't believe it, and walked over to take a peek inside.

Then, the door opened.

He almost bumped into it with his nose, which startled him.

As the door opened, Fang Wenping came out, holding two plates of vegetables. One plate contained stir-fried celery with tofu, and the other had bitter melon. All the ingredients were left in Dong Xuebing's fridge. Fang Wenping didn't even look at him; he just walked out and put the dishes on the table. She sat down, adjusted the bath towel wrapped around her body, and then, still in that commanding tone, said to Dong Xuebing, "Get chopsticks."

Dong Xuebing uttered a sound of surprise. "Okay."

He turned around, grabbed two chopsticks, and took two empty bowls. After coming out, he placed them on the stone table and awkwardly sat across from her.

Fang Wenping took the chopsticks and started eating.

Dong Xuebing was very surprised. "Didn't you say you can't cook?"

"Then don't eat." Fang Wenping retorted and continued eating.

Dong Xuebing snorted. "I treated you to breakfast. Why shouldn't I eat? This evens things out. Originally, it should have been you who cooked." He added some celery to his mouth, saying, "You said you can't cook. Isn't this something?"

Suddenly, Dong Xuebing's face changed slightly, almost spitting it out. In the end, he reluctantly swallowed it and said with a pained expression, "Okay, I take back what I said just now. You really can't cook."

Fang Wenping: “......”

Dong Xuebing sighed, "The appearance is okay, but why does it taste so bad? Did you forget to put oil in the stir-fry and add sugar instead?"

Fang Wenping coldly said, "Eat it or leave it."

Dong Xuebing tasted the other dish, which was slightly better than the celery but still not very tasty. He couldn't help feeling helpless. What to do? There were only a few ingredients left in the fridge. He had to eat it. So, he reluctantly ate, scraping the chopsticks against the bowl.

Fang Wenping cooked herself.

Well, just for this, he had to eat it. It wasn't easy to get her to do something. This could be considered as giving her a task.

Was it because he helped her out of trouble?

Dong Xuebing didn't know what Fang Wenping's attitude was.