Time Traveling to 23 Years Later with My Ex-Boyfriend

4 (ii)

After all, it was thanks to the 41-year-old Qi Weichen's help that she avoided ending up on the streets, so she didn't have much confidence when saying these words. If he insisted on staying with her... oh boy, it would be hard to refuse. Although she would pay him back after returning to the future, she still owed him a favor.

She didn't dare look at his expression, just kept her head down and worried to herself. But after a long time without a response from him, she had to look up... Where was he? Chu Qing looked at the empty corridor in confusion, then couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

The weather was too hot, and she didn't have much appetite, so she went directly to the supermarket to buy yogurt and grilled sausages, along with a bunch of snacks. She queued up to pay with her ID card, and just as she was about to enter the PIN, she saw that the card only had a balance of 1,000 yuan. She was immediately shocked.

If she remembered correctly, the 41-year-old Qi Weichen had said this was her living expenses for a year, right?

She looked at the yogurt that cost 2 yuan per pack and the grilled sausage that cost 3 yuan each, confirming that the current prices were similar to those in 2019. Then thinking about this small balance... She silently put back all the other snacks, only keeping the yogurt and the half-eaten grilled sausage. She walked towards the dormitory while nibbling on the sausage, her mind full of thoughts about how this little money could sustain her for a year.

At this time, most students were still eating in the cafeteria, with only a few scattered people on the road. She ambled along, munching on her sausage. When she reached a shaded, less populated area, she suddenly sensed a malicious gaze. She frowned but continued walking.

At this point, there seemed to be fewer people heading towards the dormitories. The fewer people there were, the stronger that gaze felt, sticking to her like glue. She pretended not to notice and continued to walk lazily forward.

Not far from her path, at a corner, several young men were sitting in the shade of a tree eating takeout. Qi Muyang, who was facing this road, noticed her and was about to look away when he spotted the person following her. His brows immediately furrowed.

The lackey beside him glanced at him, paused, then followed his gaze. He exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't that Bad Monkey? And the one he's following is... Chu Qing?"

"Bad Monkey? Why does that name sound so familiar?" someone asked puzzled.

Lackey glanced at him sideways: "He's that pervert who nearly got expelled for harassing girls."

"Him? That wasn't just harassment, it was clearly attempted rape. He later used money to settle it. He's an especially disgusting person. Whoever he fixates on is in for bad luck," another informed person mentioned with disgust.

As they were talking, Chu Qing and Bad Monkey had already turned a corner and disappeared from view.

Lackey looked worriedly at Qi Muyang: "Boss..."

Qi Muyang wanted to pretend he hadn't seen anything, but couldn't resist for even three seconds before putting down his takeout box with an irritated expression and walking towards the dormitory. Seeing this, Lackey quickly signaled the others to follow.

By the time they caught up, Chu Qing was already cornered against a wall, still holding a grilled sausage with only two bites left. She was now pressed against the wall, staring at the unfamiliar man getting closer: "Don't come any closer, stay away from me."

Her voice actually conveyed deep disgust, but to the ears of these young men, it sounded like a helpless, weak, and pitiful plea. Plus, she was beautiful, with watery eyes, brows slightly furrowed, cherry-colored lips lightly pursed - one look at her aroused an infinite desire to protect.

Then looking at Bad Monkey in front of her, he lived up to his name, looking like a rotten monkey - ugly and sleazy. Even if he wasn't doing anything bad, just his appearance made people want to beat him up. With this comparison, the young men cracked their knuckles, just waiting for Qi Muyang's command to go rescue the damsel in distress and serve justice.

As Bad Monkey became increasingly inappropriate, Qi Muyang spoke coldly: "Chu Qing, come here."

His voice made both people in the corner look over. Bad Monkey was startled upon seeing him and immediately stopped moving.

Chu Qing looked at him puzzled, while stuffing the rest of the sausage into her mouth: "You need something from me?"

"...I told you to come here." Qi Muyang had never met someone so oblivious, repeating himself while suppressing his irritation.

Chu Qing frowned slightly and reluctantly replied: "Fine, you stand there and wait. I have something to take care of here first."

Qi Muyang completely lost his temper: "Can't you fucking..."

He had barely started cursing when he saw her punch Bad Monkey in the jaw. Then, taking advantage of his reflexive backward motion, she kicked his knee. Before Bad Monkey could react, he was already falling backward. Chu Qing followed with an elbow strike to his stomach. Her moves were steady, accurate, and fierce. Bad Monkey let out a miserable cry and curled up on the ground like a large shrimp, no longer able to fight back.

However, Chu Qing didn't stop. She continued kicking him while cursing: "Didn't I tell you not to come closer, you fucking wouldn't listen! Don't you know how bad you stink?! Playing the hooligan? With me?! Your grandpa Chu was already a gang leader before you were even born!"

Qi Muyang: "..."

The crowd of young men waiting to play hero: "..."

By the time Chu Qing was tired of beating him, Bad Monkey had turned into a dead monkey, lying curled up on the ground, looking somewhat... pitiful. The young witnesses of this violence began to reflect on how they could have sympathized with trash like Bad Monkey.

Chu Qing, having just finished her physical labor, was breathing a bit heavily. She leaned lazily against the wall to rest for a moment before looking at Qi Muyang and asking: "What did you want me for anyway?"

"...Nothing."