The bald strong man was very pleased, feeling that his goal had been achieved.
There were quite a few onlookers, but none of them were willing to stand up.
They usually had a good relationship with Lu Zhaoxue, but appearances can be deceiving, and no one knew the truth except the two involved.
So there was no need for them to get into a conflict with this fierce-looking guy for Lu Zhaoxue.
Even if Lu Zhaoxue was really wronged, it could only be considered her misfortune, for she didn’t even have a friend to stand up for her.
At that moment, a finger lightly tapped twice on the bald man’s back.
"This tattooed little brother, you know the truth in your heart, let it go when you can, just drop this matter."
Wenwu spoke kindly behind the bald man. After all, he was much older than Wen Wen, and although they shared the same mindset, their ways of handling matters were very different.
Even if it was just an ordinary hoodlum, he didn’t want to easily start a conflict.
The bald man shivered, and a glance back scared him even more; who would wear such an eerie mask in broad daylight?
However, upon observing Wenwu’s graying hair, he regained some confidence.
"Don’t talk nonsense, dragons are for gangsters, these are two ribbonfish."
"What, are you standing up for this chick? Are you her sugar daddy?"
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd; it’s rare to hear someone claim their tattoo is of ribbonfish instead of something intimidating.
"Hahaha..." Wenwu laughed, remembering that the strong man also claimed his tattoo was of ribbonfish.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaoxue’s expression toward Wenwu subtly changed.
Her inexplicably eager gaze, the inexplicable feeling of familiarity, the reluctance to reveal his true face, and his age...
Her eyes suddenly welled up. Her father disappeared when she was in elementary school, could this person in front of her be...
Wenwu, who had been observing Lu Zhaoxue’s expression all along, was stunned for a moment and guessed her thoughts.
Frustrated, he rubbed his forehead. He was here to play around, not actually to become Lu Zhaoxue’s sugar daddy.
Originally, he planned to replicate from his memory a way to deal with the strong man, using meticulous logical reasoning to completely crush all of the man’s arguments.
But now, he didn’t need to do that; it was better to just end this farce completely.
He flicked his finger at the bald man, and a wisp of reddish Qi entered his body.
The bald man suddenly convulsed as if having an epileptic fit, looking insane.
"Where did you get the fake ’Iron-eating Beast’ cigarettes in your hand?"
"Across from Capital Bank on Xinghua Street, there’s a street vendor who is my cousin. He’s been selling fake cigarettes for years, and I got it from him."
The bald man readily confessed the situation. After he finished speaking, he displayed terror. Normally, he would never reveal such things, but why did he spill everything like spilling beans the moment this old man spoke?
Wenwu had long tested his Strength. The extreme control over Frenzy he trained in that memory could also be used in the real world.
Thus, controlling the amount and focus of the Frenzy to achieve an effect like a Truth Serum was a simple task for him.
"So, you’re saying the fake cigarettes in your hand have nothing to do with this store, right? Who instigated you to cause trouble here?"
"In the middle of the morning market, there’s a Green Store my second uncle owns. My second uncle gave me two thousand yuan to buy real cigarettes here and then slander with the fake ones, but I didn’t want to waste the two thousand, so I only bought one pack of Peony King..."
Under Wenwu’s influence, the bald man confessed all his secrets, including his affair with his uncle’s wife.
Moreover, there were at least dozens of onlookers, and the uncle, peeking from afar, was furious. He picked up a brick by the road and angrily walked home.
Regardless, the bald man’s family wouldn’t be able to stay in the vicinity anymore.
As for any revenge they might plot in the future, there was no need to worry.
Wenwu also left a bit of Frenzy in his body, which would erupt when he confronted his uncle’s family; what would happen then, Wenwu didn’t know.
But theoretically, it wouldn’t be too harmonious. Frenzy could drive people to do crazy things, sometimes even life-threatening actions.
However, Wenwu didn’t really care about their fate. He was no longer young and wouldn’t be as rebellious as Wen Wen nor possess Wen Wen’s inexplicable principles.
If Wenwu hadn’t shown up, Lu Zhaoxue would have lost her income, and her mother probably couldn’t survive.
After the crowd dispersed, Wenwu was welcomed into the store by Lu Zhaoxue.
Lu Zhaoxue handed him a bottle of drink while she held a glass of water, and her gaze toward Wenwu seemed to carry a glow; she eagerly anticipated seeing what Wenwu looked like without the mask.
"First of all, I need to clarify, I’m not your father. I just want to be Wen Erya’s father."
Lu Zhaoxue awkwardly smiled, her eyes showing some disappointment.
She thought she had finally found her father. If only her father could come back to see her mother, she probably wouldn’t be so miserable.
To ease the awkwardness, Lu Zhaoxue curiously asked, "Is Wen Erya your son? How old is he?"
Wenwu’s expression stiffened, and he gently shook his head.
"Sorry, I misspoke." Lu Zhaoxue hastily comforted Wenwu.
Wenwu chuckled, "No need to comfort me. Wen Erya is your and my son. Although he hasn’t been born yet, I already have his name..."
The water from Lu Zhaoxue’s cup splashed onto Wenwu’s face.
"Don’t think that just because you helped me I’ll let you take advantage of me. I’ll repay your help, but please leave now!"
Wenwu whistled as he was awkwardly chased out by Lu Zhaoxue, his face brimming with a smile.
Wenwu had an odd sense of humor when it came to being cheeky, similar to the younger Wen Wen.
"Hehehe, if you didn’t have this temper, I wouldn’t even want to have a son with you. You’ll come around eventually, little lady."
After declaring his mischievous intent at the door, Wenwu lightly walked toward a residential area behind the morning market, occasionally hopping along, showing no sign of the maturity a middle-aged man should have.
Lu Zhaoxue’s home was in an old building where her mother was bedridden. Every day after closing the shop, Lu Zhaoxue would go back to care for her mother. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI★Fire.net
Wenwu planned to go over and cure Lu’s mother’s illness. Though it was severe enough to collapse a normal family, for him, it was only a minor ailment easily resolved.
"Everything about Xue Xue is just like in the memory, that’s wonderful..."
"Hehe, I wonder what her expression will be when she sees me at home, hahaha."