Chapter 160: Extra: I'll Help You Fight Back

Han Mo and He Huanhuan had made an agreement: everything would have to wait until she turned twenty.

As the final month arrived, he practically counted down the days.

He had gone over countless versions in his mind—how exactly he should confess to her.

Should he take her to a candlelit French restaurant? Or book out a spicy hotpot skewer shop, wave grandly, and tell her, “Take whatever you want. Eat as much as you like...”

That night, he lay in bed, staring at the calendar on his phone as he silently crossed off another day.

Three days left. In three days, He Huanhuan would turn twenty.

Then they could officially be together.

Their relationship was already steady, and in practice, being officially together would not change much.

But he still wanted to give her a proper moment. He wanted to confess to her sincerely, to tell her that he liked her—that his eyes and his heart held no one but her.

Closing his eyes, he thought: What kind of confession would He Huanhuan like?

Something romantic, or...

As he thought, his consciousness gradually grew hazy, his eyelids drifting shut.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a muddy country road. A light rain drizzled from the sky, and from the far end of the road came faint, muffled sobs.

“Fuck their grandmas! They bullied me—I’ll kill them...”

The voice drew closer and closer. Then a small figure, blazing with fury, appeared before him. She looked barely ten years old, not even tall enough to reach his chest.

The little girl wore two messy braids and clutched a chipped kitchen knife in her hand.

Her face was streaked with scratches, red and raw—clearly the kind made by long fingernails.

The country road was narrow. When she charged up to him, she shouted furiously, “Move!”

A scorching rage surged in his eyes. He stepped directly into her path, staring fixedly at the scratches on her face.

“Who hit you?”

He Huanhuan looked up and glared at him. “Who are you? What business is it of yours?”

She held the kitchen knife across her body and faced Han Mo. “A good dog doesn’t block the road! Get out of my way!”

She was going to hack those idiots to death!

No one was allowed to bully her!

She, she, she... sob, sob, sob...

After she killed them, she would go to prison. When she got out, she would still be filial to Grandpa and Grandma...

She tried desperately to suppress the grievance and fear in her heart, but the tremor in her eyes betrayed her.

Han Mo reached out and gripped the battered kitchen knife, asking quietly, “You were bullied, weren’t you?”

That single question made her eyes turn red at once. Tears began streaming down her face. “Who are you? What does my business have to do with you?”

What was the point of asking all these questions? Even if he knew, he would not help her.

No one had ever helped her. She had long since accepted that reality.

But Han Mo tightened his grip on the knife. “Tell me. I’ll help you. I promise I’ll help you.”

Her tears came even harder. She clearly did not know this person, yet she could not stop herself from trusting him.

“It was those eighth-graders. They demanded protection money from me. I didn’t have any, so they beat me...”

The more she spoke, the more wronged she felt, until she could no longer get a full sentence out.

“I fought back, but there were so many of them... I couldn’t beat them...”

Remembering the helplessness of being pinned down and beaten moments ago, she could no longer hold it in. With a wail, she burst into loud, heartbroken sobs.

Han Mo’s heart clenched painfully at the sight of her crying. He knew He Huanhuan had suffered in the past, but he had never known she had suffered this much.

Hadn’t she found Qi Meili to protect her?

Where was Qi Meili?

Why wasn’t she here?

He bent down and gently wiped the tears from her face with his sleeve. “Don’t cry. I’ll take you back there and get even.”

Her tears stopped at once. He Huanhuan looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “Really?”

Han Mo nodded solemnly. “Really.”

“But...”

He Huanhuan hesitated. “A man who hits women isn’t a good man...”

If he helped her, wouldn’t that mean he was hitting women?

Wouldn’t that make him a bad person?

Her little mind couldn’t quite make sense of it.

Han Mo reached out and patted her head. “I’ll have someone else hit them.”

He took the kitchen knife from her and asked, “Where’s Qi Meili? Why didn’t you go to her?”

He Huanhuan looked utterly confused. “Who is Qi Meili?”

So she didn’t know Qi Meili yet. No wonder she had been bullied.

He took her hand. “Come on. I’ll take you to find someone to get even with them.”