I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 618: Am I The Only One Hurt?

Chapter 618: Chapter 618: Am I The Only One Hurt?

"Bobo, what are you saying?" Jiaojiao didn’t understand and found her nephew spouting some unintelligible words.

Bobo repeated his words. Seeing that his aunt still didn’t get it, he dragged Jiaojiao towards the courtyard.

"I just wanna eat my melon ...." It was, indeed, painful talking to people. It was way better just to eat. A look of worldly weariness appeared on Bobo’s little face.

...

Yu Jingting was lying on the roof, dangling a stalk of grass from his mouth, sunbathing with his legs crossed.

Hearing a car sound, he lazily opened his eyes.

A black Jeep drove over. Liu Xi got out from the passenger seat with a dark face. The driver, a man in his thirties, was helping her get a wheelchair out from the trunk. Both of them were struggling to lift Fan Hui onto it.

From Yu Jingting’s perspective, he could see the full situation clearly. He chuckled. It seemed that Fan Hui’s tailbone injury from the fall was quite serious; he couldn’t even stand up without a wheelchair now.

This showed how much strength his sawn-off shotgun of a niece had put into knocking this guy over.

"Ma’am, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first." The driver said to Liu Xi, his smile sticky sweet.

"Drive safe." Liu Xi’s face was more bitter than a bitter gourd, and she glanced disdainfully at the half-dead Fan Hui on the wheelchair.

This man was always out gallivanting with his female students and colleagues, ignoring all the responsibilities at home, and now, after being injured like this, she was left to care for him.

Thinking of this, Liu Xi glared at Fan Hui again, her eyes full of unwillingness. She looked up to see the driver, her eyes full of tenderness. Seizing the opportunity when no one was around, the driver touched her hand, the two of them exchanging tacit glances.

Fan Hui grunted on the wheelchair, utterly unaware of the gestures between the two.

Yu Jingting on the roof: oh dear ...

"Aigh, I don’t know what’s going on lately. Things have been going so wrong." Liu Xi thought of the chaotic happenings at home recently and held a grudge against the man on the wheelchair.

"Right, should we ask someone for help? I know a fortune teller who is very accurate, he lives just outside the front gate."

"Kun Zi, since when did you believe in all these things?" The mention of a fortune teller immediately perked up Fan Hui. He struggled to sit straight on the wheelchair, but the pain in his tailbone knocked him right back down.

"I heard it from my mom. Brother, you can’t move now anyway. Let... let your wife come with me tomorrow." Fan Kun looked up at Liu Xi, and the two of them exchanged glances once more.

Yu Jingting: oh dear ...

"Let your wife take some time out to follow you tomorrow, and we need to change the luck of this house — Ah!" Fan Hui pointed at the glass inside the house.

"It’s shattered again?!" Liu Xi ran over incredulously. The glass windows of the main room had all been shattered, but the front door was locked. How could they have shattered from such a distance?

It was because strange occurrences kept happening at home that she had thought of moving to change the Feng Shui. But who knew, the Feng Shui of the new house was just as bad?

Yu Jingting, satisfied, got up from the roof and hopped into his own courtyard.

As long as he was around, the windows of Fan Hui’s house would not stay intact.

"Get a fortune teller to look at us as soon as possible tomorrow. We can’t delay this matter." Fan Hui’s face turned pale. He thought of the streak of bad luck he had experienced recently, and felt like he must have done something taboo.

When Yu Jingting hopped down, Suizi was frowning.

"What’s the matter? You’re frowning so much you could hang an oil bottle on it." Yu Jingting lightly flicked her nose.

Suizi rubbed her temples.

"I feel like my head’s in a dog’s stomach. Despite Fan Uncle giving me three-move advantage, I still lost terribly."

"For a youngster, your chess playing is already really good." Fan Huang, after defeating the mother-daughter duo Suizi consecutively, was humble and hid his excellence.

"Uncle, you think there’s no one in my house? Come on, let’s play a few games. To be fair, you give me eight moves ahead."

"..."

Fan Huang had never seen such a thick-skinned person before.

In the end, he gave her only three moves. Both of them chatted while playing chess.

"Nephew, does your family have someone named Kun Zi?"

"Yes, Fan Kun, my third uncle’s second son. Why do you ask?"

"Let me tell you something, but make sure no one else can hear——"

Yu Jingting looked around as if checking for eavesdroppers.

The whole family, including Jiaojiao and the two kids, were all gathered around the chessboard, watching the excitement.

"I, have become an immortal!" Yu Jingting’s voice was loud enough for the whole family to hear. It was lucky nobody was passing by outside, otherwise they would have heard too.

Suizi’s mouth twitched in disbelief. What on earth?

Chen Lijun looked at Wang Cuihua, who quickly waved her hands in denial.

"It wasn’t me who taught him——shouldn’t he go get checked out in a mental hospital?"

"I think that’s a good idea. Boss, you drive and take him. Get the specialist appointment." Chen Lijun playfully patted Fan Huang. It was rare for her to joke with everyone like this.

"What are you all doing? Don’t believe I became an immortal, huh? Let me calculate something——"

Yu Jingting pretended to calculate, even mumbling some chant: "Harvesting grains at noon, Fan Hui works the hardest. Finds a mine casually, gets blown into an idiot."

"Idiot!" Luoluo mimicked his father’s pose with her chubby little hands.

Wang Cuihua rushed over and slapped him across the head, scuffing his scalp with a chessboard.

"Don’t lead the children astray! Listen, darling, we can’t learn from him. He’s just an idiot!"

"Idiot!" Luoluo’s imitation was even clearer this time, her little head nodding assertively. Yep, Grandma has reinforced her memory, she’s definitely remembered it now.

"You disrespectful old woman, I curse you to wet the bed after eating watermelon tonight!" The completely muffled voice of Yu Daxian could be heard from under the chessboard.

Yu Shuisheng, who had been watching his son goof around with his hands on his hips, couldn’t bear this, as his son had the audacity to curse his wife.

He kicked over the chair Yu Jingting was sitting on.

Yu Daxian managed to maintain his balance, doing an awkward stance, although his posture was a little embarrassing.

"My god..." Suizi covered her eyes, not wanting to admit this was her husband.

"You all, I’ll remember this, ha ha!" Yu Jingting sprang up and tried to hug Suizi, realizing that his wife was the only one who truly cared about him.

Suizi moved away with small quick steps, standing beside Chen Lijun and silently distancing herself from this ’immortal’.

"Stop beating around the bush, quickly say, how did you know about Fan Kun?" Suizi was very curious about his sudden knowledge of new people.

"I told you I’m an immortal, didn’t I? I dreamt about it. Come on, give me a couple of kisses and I’ll reveal this top-secret news to you!" Yu Jingting tried to take advantage of the situation.

Luoluo puckered up her little face and cutely said: "Kiss~"

Kids learn really quickly, especially the things they don’t really need to.

Suizi pushed his face away.

"My mom told me not to play with idiots!"

Yu Jingting, feeling hurt, turned to his daughter. A kiss from his daughter would do.

Luoluo pointed at him and laughed, "Idiot!"

"Ha ha ha, this kid is really smart, can even apply the words in context?" Chen Lijun was amused and kissed her granddaughter fondly.

"Daughter, she kissed you!" Yu Jinging fanned the flames, hoping his daughter would insult her grandmother too.

"Grandma’s pretty! Granny’s pretty!" Luoluo kissed Chen Lijun’s face energetically after that she blew a kiss to the grandma standing next to her. She doesn’t want to offend anyone, her EQ is quite high.

All the attention was drawn by the child, leaving only Yu Jingting injured, feeling accomplished.