I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Ambushed

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xing Shu tightened the scarf around her neck and sneezed in the cold wind. There were footsteps behind her. There were still many people working overtime in the building.

Suddenly, a breath of cold air enveloped her from behind, before turning warm. A black jacket draped over her shoulders. Xing Shu was stunned. She turned around and saw Cheng Lang. He was on the phone, explaining something to the person on the other end of the phone. He gestured to her and then left with Jian Yaochuan. His long legs covered a distance of more than ten meters in an instant. As the lights shone on him—casting a long shadow—Xing Shu stood in the shadows.

Cheng Lang’s voice was getting further and further away, while Xing Shu’s feet seemed to have taken root. She could not take a step forward. One was moving; the other was still. One was in a brightly lit place; the other was in the shadows.

It was just like their relationship. Cheng Lang would probably never feel lonely. He was always at ease. He did not pause at all, and kept asking Jian Yaochuan to note the salient points of the meeting.

Xing Shu lowered her head and tugged at the jacket. The material of the jacket was very smooth and of high quality. She stood on the spot for a very long time before she moved.

Not far away, Feng Jian—donning a pair of thick rimmed glasses—watched with resentment. If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that Cheng Lang would ever offer his jacket to a woman! It was beneath him! Feng Jian thought the high and mighty ‘Buddha’ might just have fallen to earth with the emotions of mortals—joy, anger, sadness and happiness! Such a realization made Feng Jian green with envy. Who the h*ll does Xing Shu think she is?! She gritted her teeth in resentment until her mouth was filled with the smell of blood. She made a call. She wanted to ruin Xing Shut s reputation and render Xing Shu unable to use her face to bewitch anyone else! She also wanted Cheng Lang to know how slutty Xing Shu was!

Xing Shu exited the building wearing the jacket. She had sent her car for maintenance, so she had to take a cab home. When she got into the cab, she carefully put away the jacket, placing it folded on her knees.

Xing Shu alighted some distance away from her apartment, which was not in a good neighborhood. There were many rented apartments around, and was a ragtag and bobtail neighborhood of riff-raff. There were several young men standing at the entrance of the apartment, each smoking a cigarette. There was no one in the security officer’s office. Even if there were, they did not dare to say anything in this situation.

Xing Shu frowned and lowered her head, wanting to walk past quickly. However, the leader put out his cigarette with his foot and walked over with his hands in his pockets. The other men followed behind him with a pervy smile and started to surround Xing Shu.

Xing Shu tried to hurry past him, but was stopped. He grabbed her neck, and the strong stench of tobacco assaulted her nostrils. Xing Shu turned her head and coughed. Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Xing Shu quickly pried his hand away and put some distance between herself and him.

“Argh!” The man cried out in pain. He then grabbed Xing Shut s hair. Although Xing Shu was trained in Tael«vondo, men were physically stronger than women. Xing Shu was also outnumbered.

The jacket that Xing Shu had been holding was yanked off and thrown to the ground, stepped on like trash. Xing Shu—whose hair was grabbed by the man— was slammed into the railing forcefully.

The man only let go of Xing Shu when she was compliant. Xing Shu was thrown off balance and fell to the ground. The leader had a scar on his face. He squatted in front of Xing Shu and yanked Xing Shu’s hair back, forcing her to look up. The man scrutinized her face. “Xing Shu, right? Someone told us to teach you a lesson.” The moment he opened his mouth, there was a nauseating stench of tobacco. Xing Shu wanted to vomit.

It was late at night and the surroundings were silent. It was useless even if she shouted for help. It would only agitate these people. Xing Shu tried her best to calm down. “How much did the other party give you? I can pay double.”

The man squatting on the ground took out another cigarette. After taking a deep puff, he spat the smoke on Xing Shu’s face. “Ms. Xing, we value integrity. You can only blame yourself for stepping on the wrong toes.”

Xing Shu leaned back. She had already called the police from the phone hidden in her sleeve. There was a police station less than two kilometers away and it would take the police less than 10 minutes to arrive.

Xing Shu looked up and smiled as if she had given in. “Gentlemen, the name Xing Shu is quite common. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else..”