Soft Fragrance

Chapter 27: “Don’t hit anyone”

This was the first time Wang Zhaodi had been hit by a man, even though it was only her arm that was hit, all the cashiers around saw it.

She felt extremely embarrassed, glaring at Chen Xiang with humiliation, she pointed at her and cursed, “Oh, look at you, finding a man to back you up, shameless!”

Advertisements

“Do you think I won’t hit a woman?” Liao Jun raised his hand to scare her, and Wang Zhaodi immediately covered her head and ran away, shouting, “Help! Someone wants to hit me!”

Chen Xiang thought he really intended to hit someone, so she held onto his arm and pleaded softly, “Please don’t hit anyone.”

The following parts of the text will be scrambled to prevent theft from aggregators and unauthorized epub making. Please support our translators by reading on secondlifetranslations (dot) com. If you are currently on the site and and you are seeing this, please clear your cache.

Ekvb bla psqv xswdep ralppkdt ytykdpv bkp yax, Nkys Kwd tzydnle esod yde qlzv psxl sq bkp ydtla ekppkryvl, cwv bl pvkzz rkdnble bla qynl wdbyrrkzu, “Fbl cwzzkle usw, yde ulv usw’al pkekdt okvb bla.”

Ubld Dkydt bye yzoyup clld hlau plzq-nsdpnkswp, lhld obld clkdt cwzzkle, pbl qlzv kv oyp sdzu dyvwayz. Ls sdl oswze oydv vs cl qakldep okvb psxlsdl yp rssa yp bla. Eydt Hbysek yde Hbydt Ckdtbwy csvb nyxl qasx qyxkzklp okvb psxl xsdlu, yde vblu oswze sqvld byhl taswr tyvblakdtp. Ubld Dkydt oswze oyvnb ldhkswpzu, okpbkdt pbl nswze cl qakldep okvb Eydt Hbysek yde vbl svblap, cwv pbl eked’v elplahl kv.

Eydt Hbysek yde vbl svblap zssjle esod sd bla.

Xvbla rlsrzl blyae vbl nsxxsvksd yde nyxl shla. Mbl cspp yzps yaakhle. Mbl svbla nypbklap caklqzu lmrzykdle vs bkx vbyv vbl xyd Ubld Dkydt caswtbv okvb bla oyp ycswv vs bkv psxlsdl yde pnyale Eydt Hbysek yoyu.

Advertisements

Chen Xiang quickly spoke up, “No, it’s not true. He didn’t intend to hit anyone.”

Liao Jun had long been accustomed to being misunderstood. During family gatherings, no one ever listened to him. They didn’t understand Liao Jun’s club and would voice their opinions about it without any understanding, expecting him to unquestionably agree. Liao Jun had gone from initially responding with profanity and arguments to later remaining silent, too tired to explain.

A big, burly man like him had a woman standing in front of him who barely reached his chest, desperately explaining on his behalf, not wanting others to misunderstand him. Her small hand held onto his arm with a tight grip, and it made Liao Jun’s chest feel hot.

Early in the morning, the boss had already heard about Chen Xiang’s situation from Zhang Qinghua and the others. Now, faced with Chen Xiang’s explanation, he simply furrowed his brows and said, “Enough, stop talking. Chen Xiang, settle your wages and leave.”

Chen Xiang’s throat felt choked up. After a long while, she lowered her head and said, “Okay.”

She felt deeply wronged but remained silent, clenching her teeth tightly, refusing to let her tears fall.

Advertisements

Liao Jun couldn’t bear to see her in such distress. He reached out and hugged her, then confronted the boss, saying, “Name your price, I’m taking over this supermarket.”

Everyone present, including Chen Xiang in Liao Jun’s arms, stared in astonishment. She tried to lift her head to speak, but Liao Jun pressed her head back into his embrace.

The boss shook his head and said he wouldn’t sell. Liao Jun extended his hand and made a gesture, asking, “Won’t sell?”

After hesitating for a moment, the boss said, “Let’s discuss it inside.”

Liao Jun carried Chen Xiang with one hand and walked inside. The other cashiers stared wide-eyed and exclaimed in disbelief, “Is that guy crazy? He wants to take over this supermarket?”

“Could it be that he just wants to get rid of Wang Zhaodi and vent his anger for Chen Xiang?”

Advertisements

“Does he have that much money?”

“I think he must be wealthy. Chen Xiang really lucked out.”

After exchanging sarcastic remarks, everyone returned to their respective positions and focused on their work, but their hearts were unsettled. Why did Chen Xiang, a rag-picker, encounter someone like Liao Jun, a handsome rich guy? They couldn’t understand it at all.

The boss directly led Liao Jun and Chen Xiang to the warehouse, where there was a desk and a chair. Liao Jun effortlessly carried the chair with one hand and placed Chen Xiang on it.

The boss took out his business card and asked Liao Jun, “May I ask for your name?”

“You don’t need to know my name. From now on, this supermarket belongs to her. Write her name on it.” Liao Jun gently rubbed Chen Xiang’s shoulder with his large palm, feeling the warmth transmitted by her small hand.

Advertisements

Her name sounded nice to him. He softly pronounced it, tilting his head to look at her, unable to resist reaching out and pinching her dazed face.

“Chen Xiang.”


Support "Soft Fragrance"


Mily [Translator]

Thank you.
Second Life Translations' Comment Policy

1. Be kind and respectful. Comments with curses will be put under moderation.

2. No links to other websites or asking for links.

3. No spoilers!

Leave a thought