Chapter 51: An Unexpected Encounter

Jiang Fan pushed the little cart with Beibei sitting inside, almost buried by snacks. Yang Xuan looked at Beibei with envy; she wished she could sit in it too. After paying three hundred yuan, Jiang Fan put the snack bags in Yang Jin's trunk and waved goodbye to Beibei.

Without saying a word to anyone around him, he had a fire burning in his heart. He owed the Tang family for Tang Wan's sake. His past offense wasn't something that could be resolved in just three years. He didn't feel much indebtedness to Tang Wan, but towards Old Tang and Li Jinhe, Jiang Fan felt he owed them. This didn't mean he was good-natured towards everyone.

Li Dongsheng's repeated provocations had made Jiang Fan lose control. If Liu Jiulong hadn't stopped him today, he would definitely have a serious talk with Li Dongsheng about life. Working at Glorious was what Jiang Fan wanted, but being bullied was not something he could accept.

Unwilling to bring his anger home, Jiang Fan took the bus and aimlessly looked at the bustling city lights outside the window.

It started to rain.

The sudden downpour was heavy, relentlessly tormenting the pedestrians on the road. Waiting for the rain to stop, the bus also arrived at the terminal.

After getting off the bus at the railway station and walking towards the busiest downtown, the air after the rain carried a hint of coolness. Jiang Fan tightened his clothes and patted his wallet, which was bulging! The money he gave Yang Jin the first time was still in his hand because she didn't take it. Today, Tang Wan seemed very obedient and hadn't bothered Jiang Fan at all.

Walking down the stairs to the underground mall, there were many people ahead. Jiang Fan wasn't in a hurry; he had no specific destination, just wanting to take a walk and relax. But gradually, the people ahead stopped moving, and a commotion of young people's shouting and scolding came from there.

Jiang Fan was about to turn around and leave when the voice behind him stopped him.

"Poor devil! Can you afford it?"

These two words were particularly irritating. Jiang Fan recalled that Li Dongsheng had said these two words to him when he left the office. Why did people nowadays forget their own identity after getting a little money? Jiang Fan turned around, squeezed through the crowd, and walked down the stairs.

Kneeling on the marble tiles at the entrance to the flooded underground mall was an old lady, dressed in rags, tightly clutching a woven bag in her hand. She was kneeling in the water pit, apologizing to several children opposite her.

She was old enough to be the grandmother of these children, but at this moment, she was humbly kneeling on the ground. Behind her was a skinny young man in a white chef's coat, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with footprints and bright red stains on his clothes. The young man's nose was broken, and the bleeding didn't stop.

Jiang Fan frowned and walked forward, took out a packet of facial tissues from his pocket, and handed it to the young man. Then he turned around, grabbed the old lady's arm, and smiled.

"Come on, get up. It's cold, and you'll suffer from rheumatism."

The old lady was somewhat confused. With Jiang Fan's support, she slowly stood up. Jiang Fan's action angered those young children. They were also around seventeen or eighteen years old, with their hair dyed white, green, and dressed very fashionably. One of them, a boy with short dark green hair, stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Fan's arm, with a cigarette in his mouth, and said disdainfully,

"Poor devil, do you want to stand up for them?"

This word again.

Jiang Fan shook off the green-haired boy's arm and lifted his leg to kick him in the knee. The green-haired boy felt pain and cursed. Seeing this, the other children behind him, regardless of gender, rushed forward. Their movements also revealed the leader hiding behind them.

"Tu Kun, tell your dad that his cooperation with Glorious is off."

While speaking, she slapped the face of the white-haired boy who had approached her, stunning him. After snapping back to reality, he cursed,

"Fuck you."

Slap!

Another slap came down, and this time their eldest sister couldn't bear it. She lifted her head, looking at Jiang Fan with a grievance on her face, and whispered,

"Uncle, it's not my fault!"

The children who still wanted to take action were stunned. They turned around, looked at their eldest sister, then at Jiang Fan, and stood there dumbfounded. Jiang Fan ignored her grievance, took out a hundred yuan from his wallet, handed it to the old lady, and said softly,

"It's my fault for not disciplining her properly, making you suffer. Please take this money, and consider the bottles on the ground as collected by me."

After speaking, he took out another two hundred yuan and handed it to the old lady, saying again,

"This money is for my troublesome niece who has caused you trouble."

The old lady was somewhat at a loss. Jiang Fan then took out one thousand yuan and handed it to the young man lying on the ground, whispering,

"Whether you believe it or not, this little girl is my niece. I don't have much money with me. Please take this money and go to the hospital for a check-up. I'll leave you my phone number. If it's not enough, come to me anytime."

The young man didn't take the money but stared at Jiang Fan intently, whispering,

"I haven't heard that Tu Xiao has relatives here."

Jiang Fan smiled and said,

"She's not a relative, but she calls me Uncle, so I have to handle the aftermath for this niece."

"She might not appreciate it and instead curse you as a fool."

"That's her problem. As someone who considers himself her uncle, I've done what an uncle should do."

The young man stood up, grabbed the money from Jiang Fan's hand, walked forward, handed it to the old lady, and helped her up the stairs. As he turned around, he smiled at Jiang Fan and said,

"I don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky."

Jiang Fan chuckled and said,

"It's lucky, at least when I go home, what pains me is the money I can earn again, not regretting not doing this."

"Maybe. I hope we don't meet again. It would definitely be unpleasant."

The young man and the old lady left. The old lady was still frightened. Jiang Fan turned around and glared at Tu Kun fiercely, but unexpectedly, this girl, regardless of the number of people around, started crying out,

"Wah, Uncle, it's really not my fault! I'm so grieved. It's me who suffered, and you're threatening me and my dad, wah!"

At this point, those social youths understood that this unassuming person was indeed the eldest sister's uncle. Green Hair and White Hair kept apologizing and making amends. When they returned to Tu Kun's side, the little girl kicked them all away with one kick each, leaving her alone crying on the spot.

It was definitely crying, without a single tear.

Surrounded by people pointing and commenting, Jiang Fan also felt a little embarrassed. He walked forward, grabbed Tu Kun's nape, and angrily whispered,

"Stop crying and let's go!"

"Wah, I can't walk. My ankle is sprained."

It was then that Jiang Fan noticed that the back of Tu Kun's light gray clothes was covered in mud, and her exposed ankles were slightly swollen. Jiang Fan picked up Tu Kun and walked up the stairs, leaving the underground. Shortly after Jiang Fan left, Guan Dagou arrived with his men. Jiang Fan handed Tu Kun over to Guan Dagou.

"Tell your boss that I will contact him if I have time. Don't go to Glory and cause trouble! Now everyone thinks that you, Guan Dagou, and I are brothers."

Guan Dagou looked at Jiang Fan with a grievance and said in a melancholy tone,

"Brother Jiang, is it shameful to be brothers with me, Guan Junbiao?"

"Get lost. I'm afraid your enemies will kill me."