MM Racing Chapter 95 I don't need you to suffer with me
Chapter 95 I don't need you to suffer with me
In the village, this money is enough to build ten large brick houses, enough for a family to live comfortably for half their lives.
Qin Rushan was amused by her frightened rabbit-like appearance and patted the pile of money on his shoulder: "Rob my ass. Do I look like a bandit?"
He pointed to several sacks piled in the corner with his cigarette between his fingers: "A couple of years ago, I was driving a truck down south, and I'd dabble in digital watches and sunglasses on the way. These days, the bold get rich, the timid starve. This money is hard-earned, earned with my life on the line."
Li Xianglian was terrified when she heard this.
Speculation and profiteering?
That's a crime that could get you arrested and sent to jail!
"This...this is too dangerous..."
Her face paled further as she tried to cover the pile of money, afraid someone would see it. "Should we return the money? Or hide it... what if someone reports us..."
"What are you afraid of?"
Qin Rushan grabbed her icy hand, his palm burning hot. "The world has changed. The south has long since opened up. We earn our living through our own abilities, without stealing or robbing. I'll continue this business and expand it further."
He squeezed her palm, and the thin calluses on his hand tickled her.
"You used to eat chaff and wild vegetables at the Zhao family's house because that good-for-nothing Zhao Gang was incompetent. If I let you suffer after you've followed me, then I've wasted my life."
The words may be rough, but the principle is sound.
That domineering and unruly attitude completely suppressed the fear in Li Xianglian's heart.
Looking at the man in front of her, who exuded a bandit-like aura, she felt confident for the first time.
This money didn't come easily; he risked his life to give it to her as a safety net.
"Keep the money safe; it's our family's savings."
As he spoke, he leaned forward, "Are you wondering why, since I had money in my pocket, I didn't give that old hag Niu Guihua a single penny of betrothal gifts when I got you out of the Zhao family?"
Xianglian froze, head bowed, and remained silent.
Those gossipy women in the village did indeed spread rumors.
They say Qin Rushan only took a liking to her because she was a discarded woman from the Zhao family. He brought her home without spending a penny, so he definitely wouldn't take her seriously and might throw her away when he got tired of her.
Qin Rushan chuckled and reached out to pinch her thin cheek, the force neither too light nor too heavy.
"That old hag sold you to that good-for-nothing Zhao Gang for a dowry, making you suffer like a slave in the Zhao family for three years. If I were to give her money again, I'd be out of my mind."
"My money was earned with my life, every penny stained with blood. Give it to her? She doesn't deserve it!"
Qin Rushan snorted coldly: "I wouldn't even consider giving a single penny to those who sell their daughters like livestock. I'd rather feed my money to dogs than give it to those bloodsuckers."
Qin Rushan leaned forward, his oppressive heat enveloping her, and his rough hand pressed against the back of Xianglian's hand holding the money.
"But I'll take this money; I'm happy to. In our family, money is just worthless paper; you're the treasure."
Upon hearing this, Xianglian felt as if a spoonful of boiling oil had been poured into her heart, making her tremble all over.
In her more than twenty years of life, no one had ever said such a thing to her.
At her parents' home, she was a burden, a worthless commodity used to buy dowry for her younger brother; at the Zhao family's home, she was a mute beast who only knew how to work, a hen that couldn't lay eggs.
Only in the eyes of this seemingly fierce man, whom the entire village feared to death, was she a treasure.
Tears welled up again, uncontrollably.
She sniffed, haphazardly pushing the money into Qin Rushan's arms, her voice soft yet stubborn: "I don't want it... I'm not after your money. Brother Shan, even if you're penniless, even if your family is destitute, as long as you don't hit me and give me food, I'll spend my life with you."
Looking at her earnest, silly expression, Qin Rushan's heart melted, and his throat tightened.
That silly woman.
What kind of life did you live before? If you give me the slightest kindness, I'll be willing to give you my whole heart.
"Silly woman."
He suddenly reached out and pulled Xianglian into his arms, his iron-like arms making it hard for her to breathe.
"Keep these thoughts to yourself from now on. I don't need you to suffer with me."
He lowered his head, his stubble rubbing hard against the nape of her neck, making Xianglian shrink back. His voice was deep and domineering: "Now that you've followed me, in the surrounding villages, if anyone dares to make you suffer even the slightest grievance, I'll tear their bones apart and feed them to the dogs."
"Keep the money safe, and buy more meat these next few days. It's uncomfortable to hold it like this, so hurry up and fatten it up again."
Qin Rushan released his grip, stood up, and glanced at the faded floral jacket with two patches.
The clothes didn't fit properly; the cuffs were frayed, and the collar was loose. It was only because she was fair-skinned that she managed to make the tattered clothes look somewhat presentable.
His brows immediately furrowed, and he looked disgusted.
"Why would you wear this shabby thing? It gives off a cheap, shabby vibe like the Zhao family."
Qin Rushan didn't care whether she agreed or not, and reached out to pull her up from the kang (a heated brick bed), his actions were swift and decisive.
"Wash your face clean, let's go to town."
"What are we going to town for?" Li Xianglian hadn't recovered from the shock of the three thousand yuan and staggered after him as he got off the tarp.
"Spend money."
Qin Rushan pulled out a stack of ten-yuan notes from the pile of money, stuffed them into his pocket, and wrapped his large arm around her waist, his strength leaving no room for refusal.
"I'll give you a completely new outfit from head to toe. All those old rags are being thrown away today, not a single piece left!"
Meanwhile, in the Zhao family courtyard, just a wall away, the atmosphere was terrifyingly gloomy.
Aunt Zhao was sitting on the doorstep sewing shoe soles, the needle making a thumping sound as if she had a grudge against the shoe soles.
She listened to the noise from next door for most of the night last night, and it made her feel really uncomfortable.
She used to always call Li Xianglian a barren hen, a useless jinx. But now?
She turned around and married the richest bachelor in the village, and was treated like a treasure. The way she cried made everyone envious.
She had seen the whole farce that was happening outside through the crack in the door.
Looking at Qin Rushan's protective manner, and then thinking about her own son Zhao Gang, who was still in the city and whose future was uncertain, Aunt Zhao felt as if she had swallowed a fly.
"Pah! It's just a worn-out shoe, what's there to be so smug about!" Aunt Zhao spat fiercely, a calculating glint flashing in her cloudy old eyes.
She had just overheard that Qin Rushan, that spendthrift son, was going to take that little slut to town to buy things.
Do I need to replace everything from head to toe?
How much will that cost?
Why is it that Li Xianglian, who toiled like a slave in the Zhao family for three years and couldn't even afford a piece of rock candy, can live such a good life as soon as she steps out of the house?
This must be because Li Xianglian stole good fortune from the Zhao family!
Yes, that must be it!
That slut is a vampire; she drained the Zhao family's fortune before using it to support that scoundrel in the Qin family.
Whenever Aunt Zhao thinks about it, it feels like someone is cutting her flesh off.
But Qin Rushan was a wild man, and she didn't dare to confront him head-on.
As the sun rose higher, the town's stone-paved roads became scorching hot.
Qin Rushan rode a 28-inch bicycle, with Li Xianglian sitting on the back, her hands tightly gripping the shirt at Qin Rushan's waist.
The wind howled, and the pleasant smell of the man's sweat mixed with the scent of soap wafted into her nose.
"Hold on tight!"
A low shout came from ahead, and Qin Rushan stomped his long legs hard, the wheels rolling over a ditch, causing Li Xianglian to lurch forward and press her entire body against his broad, sturdy back.
In that instant, through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the man's taut muscles and his burning body temperature.
Li Xianglian's face flushed, but instead of shyly turning away as usual, she boldly stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his lean and strong waist.
Qin Rushan's body stiffened visibly, then he pedaled even harder, the bicycle bell ringing crisply, leaving a string of cheerful jingling sounds along the way.
When we arrived at Hongqi Town, a long queue had already formed in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Instead of rushing to join the crowd, Qin Rushan turned the handlebars and drove straight into the narrow alleyway next to him, which was only two meters wide.
At the end of the alley hangs a somewhat old sign – “Hongguang Photo Studio”.
"Get down."