CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 80: COMPLETELY POWERLESS TO FIGHT BACK

When they arrived at the station, even their breath turned white in the cold air.

Here, the cold immediately let one know what winter truly was.

They hadn’t even finished autumn before plunging straight into the dead of winter.

Thankfully, though it was cold, it hadn’t snowed, and there was a large truck from the farm specifically there to pick them up.

This truck belonged solely to the farm.

So the educated youths boarded it one after the other, and the truck departed with each load.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had a lot of belongings, though she had secretly stashed some away in her space.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to carry everything.

Thankfully, Jia Shu and He Aiguo helped her.

Only then did she finally get on the truck.

Once on the truck, Jiang Xiaoxiao realized.

It’s truly a small world; she hadn’t expected to run into that gentleman from the Fang family at last.

Fang Peizhong sat arrogantly on a leather suitcase, dressed in a wool coat. The five suitcases in a row were conspicuous at first glance.

Quite a display.

It looked more like he was traveling than heading to the countryside.

Especially with that look of disdain, as if the big truck was just trash.

Jiang Xiaoxiao climbed aboard, covered in dust, with hair unkempt from the bustle. Sweaty beads mixed with dust made her appear quite untidy.

Fang Peizhong looked even more disdainful.

"You... how can you..."

Fang Peizhong exploded with anger.

This Jiang Xiaoxiao, she’s the one who ruined his plans.

If it weren’t for her, why would Mr. Fang need to go to the countryside?

Sharing this crummy truck with others.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

Yet Jiang Xiaoxiao ignored Fang Peizhong, heading straight for her luggage.

This was the last batch to arrive, with many new people, and not like the pioneering stage’s treatment. Also, with so many people, losing something important was a big deal.

Jiang Xiaoxiao plopped down onto her belongings.

Fang Peizhong secretly used his foot to shove Jiang Xiaoxiao’s bundle out from under her.

A childish act, yet it posed a severe threat.

Because Jiang Xiaoxiao had boarded late and was near the edge of the truck, it was easy to fall out of a large truck like this.

Not that she would break anything serious, but ending up in the dirt was inevitable.

Especially to fall flat on her face in front of so many people.

One couldn’t guess how long she’d be laughed at afterward.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn’t expected Fang Peizhong to be so childish, and she did indeed take a tumble.

But luckily, having eaten plenty of the peaches and grains from her space for many days, her body was light like a swallow.

Quick-reacting, Jiang Xiaoxiao flipped like a bird, reaching out to grab the edge of the truck.

As luck would have it, the truck started moving.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was speechless.

Was this meant to humiliate her?

Then a large hand reached out, firmly grasping Jiang Xiaoxiao’s hand.

Using the force, Jiang Xiaoxiao leapt onto the truck.

Which immediately earned a round of applause.

The main thing was that in that split second, no one saw Jiang Xiaoxiao’s awkwardness—just her graceful, swift move without even touching the ground.

It was enough to leave a deep impression.

Plenty of people cheered.

Jiang Xiaoxiao landed steadily, looking at the person who had saved her.

Well, well, a familiar face.

"Brother Song! Thank you!"

Song Moting.

Song Moting withdrew his hand, "No problem, you’re quite impressive—quick on your feet. Otherwise, I couldn’t have saved you."

The tone was admiring. A girl facing danger without fear or panic was something he admired.

If it were him, he’d be unharmed because he was used to regular exercise, providing a natural advantage.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao was just an ordinary person.

That alone was enough to earn genuine respect.

"Fang Peizhong!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn’t going to let this slide.

Why should Fang Peizhong get away with it when she saw his proud look just now?

If it wasn’t this bastard, who could it be!

"What do you want? I don’t know you."

Fang Peizhong sat there lazily, not moving an inch.

The truck was moving, and no one had seen it, so Fang Peizhong wasn’t afraid of Jiang Xiaoxiao.

What could she do to him!

"What do you want? Don’t you know what you just did? Are you not man enough to admit your actions? Who was it that just caused me to almost fall off the truck?"

With that, all eyes focused on Fang Peizhong.

"What are you implying? Are you saying I pushed you off? Haha, ridiculous, there are so many people here, so many eyes, who saw me put my hand on her and push her off?"

Fang Peizhong was confident no one had noticed his sneaky move.

Seeing no one was watching, he dared to extend that foot, plus he didn’t actually use his hand.

No one would likely have seen it.

Moreover, he was playing on semantics; he hadn’t literally pushed Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"You didn’t push me with your hand, but your foot did. When you kicked, did you consider I might fall off? Maybe break my neck? Isn’t that harmful?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao could easily guess.

Fang Peizhong spoke so self-righteously, because he knew he didn’t use his hand.

This was playing word games.

"What a funny thing to say, I never did such a thing. We’re strangers, why would I make you fall? What benefit would I get from that?"

Fang Peizhong had decided if Jiang Xiaoxiao revealed their relationship.

He’d make sure Jiang Xiaoxiao looked foolish.

Thinking he needed this sister! From the bottom of his heart, he never thought of her as such.

"Fang Peizhong, don’t think I didn’t see it. I saw it with my own eyes—your foot kicked the luggage Jiang Xiaoxiao was sitting on, making her fall. This can be a big deal. Apologize to Jiang Xiaoxiao at once.

Otherwise, I’ll report your behavior to the higher-ups. You can figure out how they’ll handle you."

Song Moting’s words left Fang Peizhong fuming.

"Song Laodi, why are you siding with outsiders? Remember, you and I are on the same side. My sister’s about to marry your younger brother. Why are you helping an outsider?"

Fang Peizhong was infuriated, thoroughly losing face now.

Song Moting gazed coldly at Fang Peizhong, the expression on his face meticulous.

"Alright, alright, alright! I understand! Jiang Xiaoxiao, my apologies for earlier—accidentally kicking your luggage and almost making you fall over and break your neck. I apologize. Please, magnanimously forgive my unintended mistake."

Fang Peizhong’s words lacked sincerity.

His tone carried a sarcastic mockery, not an apology, but a ridicule.

He was sure Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t do anything to him.

Then in a flash.

The crowd blinked.

Fang Peizhong was off the truck.

Sprawled on the ground with a face full of dust.

Jiang Xiaoxiao clapped her hands, "Fang Peizhong, sorry, I accidentally bumped you off the truck earlier, almost breaking your neck. Please, be the bigger person and forgive me!"

Her smile was bold and brash.

The whole truck erupted with laughter, the girl’s move truly satisfying.

What kind of expert maneuver was this?

The truck stopped, and Fang Peizhong clambered back on cursing.

His neck wasn’t broken, but his back was sprained.

The trouble was he didn’t dare seek revenge on Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Previously, he thought this sister looked frail, but she turned out to be quite fierce.

Others might not know, perhaps not seeing clearly in that instant, but as someone involved.

He was utterly powerless, thrown off the truck.

The issue was, it really was unreasonable.

This was like dealing with a shrew; a child from such a household, what would they grow up to be?

Fang Peizhong dared not provoke Jiang Xiaoxiao.