Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Jihui was raised by Jizhun's parents. He is four years younger than him. When they were young, they spent almost every day together. Jizhun has always taken good care of his younger brother.

He knew that Jihui was a little lazy, but he didn't have any bad intentions.

After graduating from college, in order to avoid his family introducing him to a date, Jizhun seldom went home. It has only been two years and he seems to not recognize his younger brother anymore.

If Jihui was such a person, he would not have been allowed to live in the house from the beginning.

I don't want to involve Duan Wu in these disputes, and I don't want to be threatened by him. I will hold my temper and explain.

"What are you talking about? This is my colleague."

Ji Hui sneered when he heard this and said, "Come on, you don't have to pretend in front of me. 20, I will keep this secret for you."

After saying that, he looked at Duan Wu and said, "Boss, my uncle and aunt are honest people. If the matter between you and my brother gets out, it will be a disaster."

"I don't think you're short of 20 yuan. I'll take the money and give you two the place right away. Don't worry, no one will know about his affairs."

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. Jizhun couldn't do anything about it. He also wanted to just say: It doesn't matter, just spread it if you want.

But he didn't dare.

There was a moment of stalemate in the air, and then a light laugh was heard. Duan Wu stepped forward on the bottle, and the crackling sound under his feet was so loud that it made people's eardrums vibrate.

"Two hundred thousand, I can give it to you."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zhun suddenly grabbed Duan Wu. He knew that Duan Wu's family was rich, and he also knew that he himself was good at making money, but if he let Ji Hui succeed, he would never be able to sleep well for the rest of his life.

Ji Hui was immediately happy when he heard it, "I said the boss..."

"Pa——" Before he could finish his words, he was slapped hard on the face. Then his fat body suddenly lost balance and was pressed to the ground. The punches were denser than raindrops, and each punch seemed to be enough to kill him.

Ji Hui didn't know that this thin-looking man in front of him could be so strong. He wanted to resist, but was horrified to find that he was completely powerless.

He could only be restrained and beaten, with liquid flowing from the corners of his mouth and nose. For a moment, Ji Hui really felt that Duan Wu was going to beat him to death.

He held his head and begged for mercy desperately, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Stop hitting me. Remember this! Say something!!"

"Ah - I know I was wrong... I don't want the money anymore, ah -"

Before Ji Zhun could react, Ji Hui had already been hit by countless punches. He tried to grab Duan Wu in panic, but couldn't move him at all.

Duan Wu was afraid of accidentally hurting Ji Zhun, so he left his left arm for him to pull, and continued to hit the vital parts of the body with his right fist, focusing on hitting the hidden injuries wherever they hurt.

Ji Hui was lying on the ground howling like a ghost. Finally, he heard a loud snap and his arm was removed. He finally collapsed, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked for money. Don't hit me, brother, brother, brother..."

Duan Wu let out a breath and stood up, looking at Ji Hui coldly, "You should ask for it, the medical expenses will not be reduced by a penny."

"You can try to go back and say something nonsense." He flicked the disgusting blood on his fingertips, his expression was particularly horrifying, and his tone was nonchalant, "Remember to come and collect your funeral expenses on the seventh day."

"I dare not say, I dare not say, I don't know anything, wuwuwuwu..."

It's better to spend your life than to waste it. Jihui has already thought of ten thousand possibilities of which gang leader this man might be.

He dared to provoke Ji Zhun because he knew that Ji Zhun had been soft-hearted since childhood and liked to pretend, but he did not dare to provoke those who would pay for human lives as soon as they opened their mouths.

There were beads of sweat mixed with blood, I couldn't open my eyes, and I could only vaguely hear two people talking.

"Brother Duan," Jizhun called him, "Does your hand hurt?"

The force he used just now was incredibly powerful, and the blows made a thud on the flesh. I remember that I felt the pain just by hearing it.

He ran into the bathroom, got a towel, and wiped his bloody hands carefully, even between his fingers.

Duan Wu leaned sideways to motion for him to take out his cell phone. Jizhun took it out of his trouser pocket and found that the caller ID was hospital.

"Hello?" Ji Zhun picked up the phone. After hearing a few words from the other end, he looked at Duan Wu with a complicated expression and said, "Yes, 11th floor. You don't need to come up. I'll take the person down."

After hanging up the phone, Jizhun squatted down and helped the person lying on the ground groaning and said, "The ambulance is here, get down quickly."

"Wow...why didn't you come up to pick me up? My arm is broken and it hurts..."

Ji Hui's face was covered in blood and he looked miserable. Ji Zhun was a little helpless and said, "No one can lift your weight. Just get down by yourself."

Ji Hui stood up and lowered his head, moving timidly towards the outside. He retracted all his arrogance and walked around him, fearing that he would provoke this evil spirit again.

"How did you get hurt?" Duan Wu asked calmly from behind, shaking his fist at the same time.

“…I fell…” Ji Hui answered in a low voice.

"Go down by yourself, bring your ID card, and go to the hospital for admission after the examination."

Ji Hui hesitated to speak. He seemed to have no money, but he also didn't have the courage to ask for it.

"Our own hospital."

Ji Hui was not only worried, but his back tightened. He didn't dare to go! I heard that many people involved in gangs would collude with hospitals and be open-hearted. Would Duan Wu really want to kill him?

Seeing that he didn't move, Duan Wu lowered his eyes and glanced over, "Are you still not leaving?"

Jihui quickly shook off Jizhun's hand and staggered into the elevator.

The elevator number jumped from eleven to the first floor, and Jizhun walked into the room sullenly. "I'm sorry to trouble you, Brother Duan."

Duan Wu didn't say anything, but reached out and rubbed his hair.

The suppressed and aggrieved mood suddenly found an outlet. Ji Zhun buried his face in the broad and hot chest. The air-conditioning temperature in the room was very low, but Duan Wu still broke out in a sweat.

"My family is in trouble." Ji Zhunquan hugged Duan Wu's waist, clasped his hands together, and his voice contained not only helplessness but also countless strong negative emotions.

It is said that confidence comes from parents, but I remember living in an environment where I have no confidence at all.

From small things like having your breakfast money stolen to big things like being isolated and bullied because of late development, Jizhun never had the courage to fight back.

"The thing I heard the most was, we are an ordinary family, we can't afford to offend others, so we should be honest. Why don't we be careful?"

"Actually, sometimes I'm really careful." There was no complaint in Jizhun's tone. What was even more cruel than complaining was that he gradually understood his parents.

Cowardice may be a gene or a habit. Even he himself does not have the courage to fight against the secular view.

I can only vent my inner needs under a name that no one recognizes, hiding behind the Internet cable.

Honesty is a luxury for those who are not brave. Jizhun dare not expose his true self. He has become accustomed to the fact that no one likes him that way.

Just like the repeated admonition in my ears, "You must take each step steadily. Our family does not have the conditions to make things difficult for you."

His only act of rebellion was to secretly change his parents' choice of normal school and apply to the Communication University which was far away from home.