Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 207 - 206: You Are Useless

Chapter 207: Chapter 206: You Are Useless

Wen Lan frowned, standing there thinking hard for a long while, before finally saying, "It’s alright, I still have subsidies."

Lin Nianhe: "Starting from September, even if they pay out allowances before the end of the year, it seems like it will only be twenty yuan, right? That’s not enough for your round-trip train ticket, is it?"

Wen Lan stared ahead, her neck stiff as she replied, "Then I just won’t go back, I never felt like I could go back anyway." Her tone trembled slightly, her fists clenched tight, evidently suppressing her homesickness.

Lin Nianhe quietly moved to the side and decided to leave it at that: "Come on, Sister Lan, you have to believe in Sister Shumei’s cousin, he’s definitely going to sell them."

Wen Lan uttered a "hmph", still feeling downcast.

She couldn’t help but tap her head.

Lately, she really had been muddled, counting the money she hadn’t earned as if it were already in her pocket.

She had even figured out how she was going to spend it!

Lin Nianhe saw her state and didn’t find anything wrong with it.

It’s like when your boss tells you your salary will double next month; 99.99% of people will think about how to spend that extra money after the initial surprise, even if they haven’t received it yet.

Lin Nianhe saw through it but kept it to herself, quickening her pace toward Shen Cailan’s house.

Shen Cailan’s home was made of two mud rooms, small, but neat and tidy, with a couple of skinny chickens walking around in the yard.

The gate was wide open, and the sound of a man’s voice could be heard from inside.

"...What are you dilly-dallying for? I’ve given you the betrothal gifts, and Doctor Zhuang has seen your mother, if you don’t come with me now, I’ll report it to the Public Security!"

In addition to the man’s arrogant voice, there were soft cries, and the sound of teeth grinding.

Lin Nianhe grabbed Wen Lan’s hand as she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Sister Lan, if I tell you not to hit anyone, don’t hit anyone, okay? Let’s try reasoning with him first."

Wen Lan glared: "Why reason with such a scumbag? Beating him to death wouldn’t be too much!"

"No, no, no, you’re a teacher, you need to persuade with reason." Lin Nianhe gently patted her shoulder, coaxing, "Listen to me, let’s try not to resort to violence as much as possible."

Wen Lan was so angry that her chest heaved violently. She shook off Lin Nianhe’s hand with a swing of her arm, but in the end, she didn’t rush in to bash the man’s head in.

She snorted with her chin raised, "Fine, fine, fine, you talk first. If you can’t explain it well, then I’ll beat him up."

Lin Nianhe sighed with relief and stepped into the yard.

She called out before entering the Shen Family’s doorway: "Is Shen Cailan at home? I am a schoolteacher."

The talking inside stopped, but the wailing of a child continued.

Lin Nianhe pushed the door and entered, her brow furrowing immediately.

The woman lying on the kang had a pale face, her eyes firmly shut, with a wound on her head as big as a bowl, blackened with the ashes of burned herbs. Pus had already oozed out, clearly infected. A needle was inserted on the back of her hand, and an IV bottle hung from a nail on the wall, with the transparent liquid dripping down slowly into her bloodstream.

Beside her was a boy of about five or six, holding a toddler of about one or two years old, trying hard to imitate the mother and sister by patting the little one’s back to comfort him from crying.

There was a man in his forties standing on the not-so-spacious ground, with a coarse face and a beard, who looked fierce with aggression written all over his face. When he saw Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan enter, his eyes immediately shot out a greedy light.

Lin Nianhe had no doubt that if he could read, he would definitely write the words "wanting a wife" on his forehead.

In the corner, the thin and small Shen Cailan was huddled up, a fourteen-year-old girl who looked even younger than the ten-year-old Li Hehua. Her eyes were large and round but reddish, lacking some vitality.

Lin Nianhe vaguely remembered, from the previous few times following Principal Wu to the Nine-miles Team, this little girl had hidden in the crowd and watched them.

Lin Nianhe opened her arms toward her: "Come on, Cailan, come to the teacher."

Shen Cailan bit her lower lip, carefully glancing at the man.

The man didn’t even look at her, his gaze still roaming over Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan, as if contemplating which one to choose.

This disgusting look made Lin Nianhe feel somewhat nauseous. She furrowed her brows slightly, starting to think about how to successfully break off the conversation, and then naturally give him a good beating.

But Shen Cailan, as if spurred on, darted towards Lin Nianhe like a cannonball.

She didn’t take Lin Nianhe by the hand, she simply pushed her out with her head down, her voice sharp and shrill as if provoked: "I won’t go to school anymore, I don’t want to go by myself! I hate studying, you, you all stop bothering me!"

The trembling tone was laced with sobs, breaking the listener’s heart.

The little girl, used to hard farm work, had some brute strength; Lin Nianhe was caught off guard and was pushed back several steps.

Luckily, Wen Lan was right behind her, lifting a hand to stop her; otherwise, it would have indeed been embarrassing.

Suddenly, a man reached out, grabbed Shen Cailan’s collar from behind, and lifted her like a little chick.

He pulled back his lips, revealing yellow teeth: "Ah, a teacher from the school, eh? Cailan, look at your child, quickly invite the teacher inside to sit!"

Two beautiful girls would look more appealing than Shen Cailan, that tiny sprout of a bean.

Lin Nianhe’s mouth corners were slightly raised, smiling, yet her eyes were so cold it sent shivers down the spine.

Pretending to know nothing, she looked at the man and asked: "Are you Cailan’s father?"

"No no no," the man denied repeatedly, "I’m just her neighbor, you see, Cailan’s mother cracked her head open and had no money for the doctor, I brought some cash to help cure her mother."

"Oh, so you’re a kind-hearted good Samaritan."

"Right, right, I have the best heart!"

Lin Nianhe: "Now that you’ve done your good deed, you can leave, right? We still have things to discuss with Cailan."

The man, looking at Lin Nianhe’s mocking smile, suddenly realized he was being played.

He curled his lips into a smirk and put Shen Cailan down.

The moment Shen Cailan hit the ground, she tried to run to Lin Nianhe, but the man kicked her away without any courtesy.

"I..."

"Sister Lan."

Lin Nianhe stopped Wen Lan, signaling her to hold on a little longer.

Wen Lan gritted her teeth, her fists crackling.

The little boy on the kang hurriedly put down his little brother and got off the bed to help his sister up.

"Hmph, you dare to play me?"

The man sneered and stepped forward, glaring at Lin Nianhe: "So, teachers are awesome? I’ve already paid the bride price, if this girl dares not to go back with me, I’ll report to Public Security, accuse her of stealing money!"

Lin Nianhe crossed her arms, watching the man approaching step by step, her eyes cold as frost.

She said: "Actually, I wanted to reason with you, but you’re not making sense, with such a disgusting face, it would be a disservice to the people if I don’t beat you up."

The man "ha" laughed, as if he had heard the joke of the century.

It wasn’t that he underestimated women; he was scared of someone like Wang Hong, but these two young girls, he feared nothing.

"I also thought to give you some face, but you...ow!"

Before the man could finish his sentence, Lin Nianhe punched him right in the nose.

Blood gushed out immediately.

Before the man could cover the painful spot, he was hit on the left eye, and then stars began to whirl around his right eye.

In just a few seconds, Lin Nianhe landed three punches, each hitting the most vulnerable spots.

Wen Lan: "Hezi, if you wanted to hit him first, you should have just said so... you got me so angry I almost hit you too."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

That was close.