Bride Swap Backfire: My Cousin's Rebirth Made Us a Power Couple Chapter 321 - 130: Fortunate

The young woman’s body was full and soft, her scent reminiscent of orchids and lotuses. The faint, sweet fragrance beca a thousand invisible threads, twining around his nose and causing his already weak-kneed body to lt into a puddle of mush.

Cui Junrong snickered, reaching a chubby pig’s trotter of a hand toward Chen Wanqing. "Hey, beautiful..."

A vein pulsed on Zhao Jing’s temple. Without a second thought, he yanked Chen Wanqing behind him, rolled up his sleeves, and landed two hard punches on Cui Junrong.

Cui Junrong’s shriek instantly echoed down the entire street, attracting the attention of many people strolling in the evening air, as well as vendors carrying their poles and preparing to head ho.

Seeing a commotion, everyone sward over to watch.

By the ti Cui Junrong’s attendants realized the situation had escalated and tried to hoist their young master up to leave, they were already hemd in by the crowd.

The clerk from Moxiang Pavilion, filled with righteous indignation, explained to the onlookers, "This gentleman is outrageous! He used being drunk as an excuse to assault soone."

The clerk didn’t ntion that Cui Junrong had deliberately bumped into Chen Wanqing to take advantage of her—though in his eyes, that was exactly what had happened. For the sake of Chen Wanqing’s reputation, the clerk deliberately omitted that she was the one who had been accosted, letting the crowd assu it was Zhao Jing who had taken the brunt of the collision.

"It’s despicable! He nearly knocked the man into a lantern stand. The stand is sturdy, but it can’t take soone crashing into it. If it collapsed, a fire would be the least of our worries. Imagine if soone got hurt, or disfigured..."

Hearing this, the onlookers grew furious and began pointing fingers at Cui Junrong. "He looks like a scholar, but he doesn’t act like a decent human being at all!"

"Despicable! He deserved to get hit!"

"Look how hamred he is. His exam results must not have been what he’d hoped for. Serves him right! If Heaven let a monster like him get ahead in life, it’s us common people who would suffer!"

Zhao Jing focused his blows on areas of Cui Junrong’s body hidden by his clothes. He showed no rcy, and Cui Junrong wailed for his parents in agony, his voice cracking from the strain.

His two attendants, worried that Cui Junrong would be seriously hurt, rushed to his defense and were soon brawling with Zhao Jing.

At this mont, Zhao Jing was grateful. During his three years of filial mourning, he had diligently practiced his martial arts. It was only because of that training that he could now face three opponents at once and hold his own.

The main reason, of course, was that Cui Junrong and his servants were pathetic fighters. Still, if Zhao Jing hadn’t possessed so skill himself, their advantage in numbers would have been enough to beat him to a pulp.

Fortunately, they were the ones getting beaten to a pulp.

But the crowd felt no pity for Cui Junrong and his servants. They only felt the trio got what they deserved!

If he had truly injured the young man and caused him to miss his exams, how could he possibly compensate for that?

This young man, the one doing the fighting, had clear, righteous eyes and an upright bearing. He exuded a scholarly air from head to toe; he must be a candidate for the imperial examinations.

"Maybe that scholar is just exceptionally talented, and the one getting beaten was jealous, so he deliberately picked a fight!"

Zhao Jing delivered a thorough beating, only stopping when Chen Wanqing ca over and pulled at his arm.

By now, whether from fright or pain, Cui Junrong was sprawled on the ground, wailing his eyes out. And then, in the middle of his sobs, he actually fell asleep right there on the pavent.

The sight left everyone completely speechless.

"He got off too easy!"

"Soone like that deserves to be beaten to death!"

"Let it be. If he actually died, it would affect this young scholar’s examinations, and that would be a real sha."

The commotion also alerted the owner of Moxiang Pavilion, who ca out of the bookshop. Seeing Zhao Jing in the center of the crowd, Mr. Xie hurried over and clasped his hands in a salute to the onlookers. "It’s getting late, everyone. Please head ho. This occurred at the entrance of my Moxiang Pavilion, so I will see to the aftermath."

Moxiang Pavilion had an excellent reputation in the Prefecture, so the townspeople trusted that they would handle the matter properly and began to disperse.

Once the crowd was gone, Mr. Xie turned to the two helpless attendants. "We will let the matter rest here for today. If you have any objections, feel free to report it to the authorities. We will see it through to the end." He was unequivocally taking Zhao Jing and Chen Wanqing’s side.

Seeing this, how could Cui Junrong’s two attendants not understand? They had taken this beating for nothing.

Back in Guyuan County, they could have called more of their cronies to teach the man a lesson. But here in the Prefecture, they were nobodies.

As for reporting it to the authorities—what a joke. They were the ones who had started the trouble. If they went to the officials, they would likely be the ones getting punished.

The only sensible thing to do was to hoist Cui Junrong onto their backs and get out of this troubleso place as quickly as possible.

After the trio of master and servants had departed, Mr. Xie looked at Zhao Jing, then at Chen Wanqing, and couldn’t help but chuckle. "Mr. Zhao, is your hand alright? And is this Mr. Chen?"

Zhao Jing replied coolly, "I’m fine."

Chen Wanqing then said, "So I finally have the chance to et you, Mr. Xie. I just wish it weren’t under these circumstances."