Diary of Getting Rich Quick in the South

Chapter 40 Zhang Jing went to work, and I was home alone.

"What...what are you going to do!"

Zhou Zengwei was so frightened that he took a few steps back: "This is a society governed by law. You must not go down the path of crime! Hitting someone will land you in jail. Besides, this is slander. I never hit you."

I gritted my teeth against the pain and glared at him fiercely, saying, "You tried to extort money from me and even hit me. Mr. Zhang can testify to all of that. I was just acting in self-defense. At worst, I'll be charged with mutual assault, and I'll beat you up again inside!"

Zhou Zengwei was completely stunned by my words, his voice even stuttering: "Brother...brother, don't be impulsive, I don't want the money, okay? I was just joking, I'll leave right now!"

"Too late!"

I slammed a stick into Zhou Zengwei's head.

The baton was made of steel. With one strike, he let out a scream as the arm he had used to block it dropped to the ground.

"Brother... Bro! Bro! I was wrong, I was really wrong, please stop hitting me, I'll leave right now."

Zhou Zengwei sat on the ground, his face contorted in pain, no longer the rascal he had been just moments before.

"roll!"

I kicked over the chair blocking my way and pointed my baton at his nose: "If I see you harassing my woman again, I'll kill you! If you're not happy about it, you can have someone come and get me. I'm got nothing to lose, and if you can't kill me, I'll kill you!"

"No, no, I'll leave right away!"

Zhou Zhengwei dared not linger any longer, and, enduring the pain, he opened the door and rushed out in a disheveled state.

I didn't breathe heavily until I saw the elevator doors close. I leaned against the wall and gasped for air.

Ouch!

"Chen An, how's your hand? Why are you being so silly? You could have just scared him a little, why did you have to hurt yourself? Come on, let's go to the hospital."

Zhang Dongting rushed over crying, snatched the baton from my hand and threw it aside, insisting on taking me to the hospital.

I grinned at her and said, "It's okay, I know what I'm doing. With a scoundrel like Zhou Zengwei, you have to be even more scoundrel, more shameless, and more ruthless than him! Otherwise, he'll just be shitting and peeing on your neck."

Zhang Dongting wiped away her tears and pulled me into the elevator: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go to the hospital quickly and let the doctor check if the bones are broken."

I said it was nothing. I used to dislocate my hand a lot when I was fighting in the village, but I could fix it myself.

But Zhang Dongting was worried and insisted that I go to the hospital for an X-ray examination.

And it turned out to be true; I messed things up.

The hand isn't dislocated, it's fractured, and it needs to be splinted for four weeks.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dongting burst into tears.

They transformed all their guilt towards me into anger towards Zhou Zengwei.

"Chen An, don't worry, I will definitely not let him get away with this! I didn't want to go too far before because of our past relationship as husband and wife, but this time I will definitely help you get justice."

Looking at my arm in a cast, she said with concern, "You can focus on recovering during this time. You don't need to go out to do business. Consider it paid leave."

I raised my hand, which was in a cast, and joked, "This beating was actually worth it. I got paid and didn't have to go to work. In the future..."

Before I could finish speaking, Zhang Dongting covered my mouth and glared at me reproachfully: "There will be no future! If you ever dare to hurt yourself again, I will never speak to you again."

I scratched my head and said seriously, "It's like this today, and it's like this from now on. If anyone dares to bully you, I'll chop them up with a knife!"

Zhang Dongting turned her head away with red eyes, pouted and gave a shy hum: "All you do is fight all day, you filthy scoundrel."

Seeing her girlish demeanor, my heart burned with desire. I hugged her and kissed her pouting red lips fiercely.

Zhang Dongting was taken aback, struggled slightly, then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

If a nurse hadn't come in to check my wound, the ward would probably have turned into a battlefield.

In the middle of the night, I told Zhang Dongting to go back and rest, but she refused to leave, saying that Zhou Zengwei was not a magnanimous person and that she was afraid he would hurt me.

I chuckled self-deprecatingly: "It's alright, Sister Ting. I believe that after tonight, even if he really wants to get revenge on me, he'll have to think twice. After all, I've already left him with the impression of being a lunatic. People like him who value their lives so much are naturally willing to clash with someone like me who's like a clay pot."

Zhang Dongting hugged my other arm tightly: "You're not an earthenware pot, you're porcelain, real porcelain!"

Hearing her words warmed my heart.

These past few days, Zhang Dongting came to the hospital to take care of me as soon as she got off work, until I was discharged three days later.

Although I've been discharged from the hospital, my hand is still in a cast, and it will take about a month to remove it.

"Don't stay in the dormitory for now, the conditions aren't good."

Zhang Dongting helped me carry the clothes I wore when I was hospitalized with one hand, and handed me a card and a set of keys with the other.

"I've rented an apartment for you near the company. It's a five-minute subway ride away, and there's a wet market and supermarket right outside. There's 50,000 yuan in your card. You can use it, and if you need more, just ask me."

I looked at her strangely: "Why does it feel like I'm being kept by you? Would you call this keeping a mistress?"

"You'll be guaranteed my head!"

Zhang Dongting pinched my waist: "I'll be away on a business trip for a while. Do you need me to find someone to take care of you?"

I quickly said no, I'm not used to being waited on.

After I finished speaking, I nervously asked her, "Sister Ting, you didn't tell Sister Wan about my injury, did you?"

She's under a lot of pressure right now, and I don't want her to worry about me.

Zhang Dongting shook her head: "How could I dare? If she knew you got hurt because of me, she would curse me to death. Wang Long left, leaving her with a mountain of debt. Now that she has finally found a job and her life is back on track, I don't want her to be distracted."

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

"Then I'll be going now."

Zhang Dongting saw me into a taxi, saying somewhat reluctantly, "I have to catch a flight later, so I won't see you off. Be a good girl and wait for me to come back at home. Don't treat yourself!"

After she finished speaking, she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, saying something in a voice only the two of us could hear.

"When I get back, then..."

really?

I was so excited my eyes turned red. I had only ever seen this kind of thing on TV, I had never actually done it.

I instinctively reached out to put my arm around her waist, but Zhang Dongting twisted her body to avoid it and said with a grin.

"We'll talk about it when I get back!"

That vixen!

I opened the car window, and the cool breeze gradually calmed my anger.

Unfortunately, Zhang Dongting is older than me, divorced, and a staunch non-marriage advocate. She only wants to be my lover and doesn't want to go to the grave with me.

Otherwise, I would definitely marry her.

I just don't know how long our relationship can last.

……

Zhang Dongting's rented apartment wasn't large, just two bedrooms and a living room, but the layout was excellent, facing south.

In addition to the new men's items, I found unopened women's slippers and women's bathrobes in the closet.

Is this woman planning to move in with me?

I lay happily on the bed, planning to scroll through some short videos.

My phone suddenly received a message.

It was sent by Guo Qingqing.

"Brother Chen, are you busy?"

I had a good impression of Guo Qingqing. She was pretty, innocent, spoke softly, and was easily shy, giving off a gentle and refined vibe.

I then replied, "Not really busy, what's up?"