I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 941 He’s Still the Same Old Street Urchin

Chapter 941: Chapter 941 He’s Still the Same Old Street Urchin

When others encountered danger, they’d turn on their heels and run, distancing themselves from the source of danger.

Suizi screamed while running toward the "ghost."

When she reached the ghost, she lifted her foot and kicked.

Yu Jingting’s eyes went round. My goodness, what a brave woman!

His wife had been vain lately, wearing high heels.

Those thin stilettos stabbed into the "ghost" repeatedly, while she kept screaming.

Yu Jingting, who had thought to play the hero and take the opportunity for a little flirtation, was speechless.

What kind of reaction was this?

"It’s a person! Not a ghost! What I’m stepping on is solid, not air!" Suizi finally stopped after that initial reaction.

She stumbled and nearly fell.

Yu Jingting ran over just in time to catch her.

"My new high heels... the heel broke right in the middle." Suizi’s eyes reddened, her lips pouted, and she cried.

Yu Jingting couldn’t understand a woman’s heart—was she crying from being scared or from pity for her high heels?

"My little sheepskin high heels, there was only this pair left, and now the heel is broken!"

Okay, it was pity for the money after all. Yu Jingting was speechless.

"Wife, do you have Schrödinger’s courage?"

He couldn’t tell if his wife was brave or cowardly; she was screaming in terror yet dared to run towards the ghost and kick to confirm whether it was a person or a ghost?

Yu Jingting felt that even with his experience as a "seasoned street slicker," he was outmatched by Suizi.

Suizi leaned on his shoulder, took off the high heel that was now broken, and the more she looked, the sadder she felt. She decided to take both off, holding one in her hand and striking the floor with the other, like using a wooden fish mallet.

After a couple of hits, Suizi felt a sense of déjà vu.

"Have I seen him before?"

Yu Jingting shone the flashlight on the "ghost’s" face, revealing a scruffy beard, half gray and half white hair, and a rough face. Yet the features looked somewhat familiar—

"Fan Huang?" Yu Jingting wasn’t too sure because it had only been a few years since he last saw Fan Huang. How could his hair have turned white so quickly?

"Oh my, it really is him! Is he human or ghost?" Suizi had just been certain it was a person, but upon seeing that it was Fan Huang, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Fan Huang had been tricked by Suizi into teaching in a remote area; the environment there was a bit harsh—okay, actually very harsh.

But would that really age someone so rapidly?

Suizi tapped Fan Huang’s head lightly with the heel of her shoe, and seeing he still wasn’t moving, she mumbled to herself:

"Maybe I should hit a bit harder, can’t let him keep sleeping, in case he never wakes up."

"Ouch~~~" Fan Huang quickly let out a noise, indicating he was awake.

In reality, he had only been stunned momentarily, and had actually woken up when Suizi began kicking him.

Realizing his attempt to deceive was exposed and unable to maintain his act, Fan Huang started to pretend to be unconscious.

"How did I end up here? Where is this? Who are you?" Fan Huang sat up, looked around with a baffled expression, and held his head in agony, saying, "I might have damaged my brain from the fall, I have amnesia! Hurry, take me to the hospital!"

"..." Suizi felt insulted in her intelligence.

With such poor acting skills, even trying to fool the two kids at her kindergarten wouldn’t work.

Fan Huang lifted his eyelids and stealthily observed Yu Jingting.

Seeing Yu Jingting smile, Fan Huang’s worries dissipated a bit.

After several years, the aggressive aura had disappeared from Yu Jingting’s presence, his mouth always held a smile, and his eyes no longer seemed as fierce as before, making him look quite good-natured.

"Yo, isn’t that Fan Hui? How did you get so lackluster after just a few days?" Yu Jingting saw Fan Hui acting and joined in with a smile.

"Fan Hui? Is that my name? I don’t remember anything..." Fan Hui thought he had bluffed his way through.

"Got amnesia? Easy to fix, I have a cure for amnesia that works wonders—" Yu Jingting’s words were cut short as he threw a punch straight into Fan Hui’s stomach.

Fan Hui howled in pain, his eyes squinting together—it hurt so much!

"Feeling better now? Want another one if you’re not cured yet?" Yu Jingting cracked his knuckles loudly.

Fan Hui quickly gestured with his hands.

"I remember now, don’t hit me!"

"Not amnesia then?" Yu Jingting raised an eyebrow.

"Uh..." Fan Hui’s speech halted, and relying on his thick skin, he ventured, "Maybe it was the power of family love?"

"Aiya... all these years of abstinence and listening to scriptures, and yet your thick skin hasn’t been cured?" Suizi rubbed her arms, feeling that not only had Fan Hui gotten older, his shamelessness seemed to have gotten worse than before.

"Crap!" Yu Jingting, furious, grabbed his hair and pressed him to the ground, "You’re making me want to throw up my roast chicken! Can’t you speak properly?!"

Fan Hui was truly afraid of him and nodded repeatedly.

"What are you up to? Auntie Liu Xi has been talking about ghosts these past few days, was it your doing?" Suizi asked.

She was quite curious because her father had not mentioned returning, so it was likely that Fan Hui had sneaked out on his own.

Not telling anyone upon his return was a clear sign of ill intent.

"It wasn’t me—"

Yu Jingting waved his fist; lying? Let the fist make the promise!

"It was me! It was all me!" Fan Hui caved in instantly.

"What’s your purpose in doing this? To get revenge on Liu Xi? But I’ve heard that you’ve been living it up over there, not even sparing a 60-year-old shepherdess?"

Suizi, being in Beijing, had her ways of staying well-informed.

Fan Hui vowed to take Huahua to the very end, initially, to deal with him, he had been sent to such a remote place, alongside many monks to accompany him in chanting and discussing the mysteries of the universe, yet this did nothing to purify him.

Fan Huang now disliked even mentioning this name; whenever he accidentally heard it, he would show utter disdain, feeling as if having such an out-of-tune brother was a curse of eight lifetimes.

Chen Lijun, however, often brought up Fan Hui’s embarrassing moments to Suizi, adhering to the principle that "the misfortunes of those you dislike are your greatest joy," and shared them with Suizi for a good laugh.

Of course, Suizi also suspected that her mother was fishing for reactions because every time her mother spoke about it, it was in her father’s presence, which always made her father jealous. He would put on a dark face and pretend to be a "mature man who doesn’t care," but the more he did that, the more her mother enjoyed teasing him.

Suizi’s questions had Fan Hui’s eyes darting back and forth, unable to answer.

After struggling for a while, he said, "I wanted to get revenge on her..."

Yu Jingting sensed something off with his demeanor and lowered his voice in a burst of wrath: "Keep spouting nonsense, and see if I believe you won’t be blabbering nonsense anymore?!"

The little guy in Fan Hui’s heart wept a river of tears.

He had thought that after these years, Yu Jingting would have become somewhat more tempered through his experiences at university.

All that university changed was Yu Jingting’s demeanor.

His punches still felt exactly like those from memory, even more painful than they were years before.

Pressured by Yu Jingting, Fan Hui dared not hide anything and finally spilled the truth.

His return wasn’t to seek revenge on Liu Xi; just like Suizi said, Liu Xi had a steady boyfriend and Fan Hui hadn’t been idle either while outside.

The couple lived their separate lives without interfering with each other.

He had his own unspeakable difficulties and had returned seeking medical help.

Just as Fan Hui spoke up to this point, Yu Jingting’s eyes lit up.

"Lost your drive? Tsk, what’s there to mumble about, doesn’t the whole world know?"