Pei Yunxi was silent for a mont and said, "It’s about your safety."
Jiang Chen laughed.
"It’s good to have a sense of crisis, but are you being overly nervous? Even if the Allied Army no longer needs my support and we go our separate ways, at most it would be a peaceful breakup. What reason is there to beco enemies?"
"Even in relationships between n and won, how many examples of peaceful breakups are there?"
Jiang Chen was instantly speechless, at a loss for words.
"A woman’s sixth sense?"
He asked with a smile.
"It was you who taught to assu the worst in others."
Pei Yunxi replied.
"If safety cannot be assured, I will return to my country."
Alright then.
They say that when disaster strikes, everyone looks out for themselves first, but the forest isn’t even on fire yet, it’s all subjective speculation and imagination.
"What about ? If you leave by yourself, will you just leave here alone?"
"You’re a great person, I’m not."
Jiang Chen was imdiately taken aback and felt a tightness in his chest, then he couldn’t help but laugh.
Who said she wasn’t talkative and not good with words?
Look at how sharp-tongued she is.
She’s almost on par with Shi Qianxi.
"No way, we agreed to leave together. I know your mouth is tough but your heart is soft; your conscience won’t let it go."
What defines an optimist.
One necessary trait is knowing how to comfort oneself.
Pei Yunxi didn’t respond to him, suddenly walked to the left side of the road, and stopped in front of a stall.
Jiang Chen looked over.
It was selling candies and lon seeds.
He followed at a steady pace.
"Boss, how much are the candies?"
Pei Yunxi asked the vendor.
Indeed.
The scene was set, but the New Year’s goods hadn’t been bought.
lon seeds, peanuts, and candies are essential during the New Year festival.
"Ten yuan per catty."
"Are they all ten yuan?"
"Yes, all the candies are the sa price, all ten yuan."
"I ate this brand of candy when I was a kid, tastes nice. Boss, give a bag."
Boss Jiang said from the side.
The vendor swiftly handed over a plastic bag and enthusiastically said, "Help yourself."
Boss Jiang opened the bag and skillfully started grabbing candies, favoring hard candies, and soon he had a big bag full.
"Can you finish all that?"
"If I can’t, I’ll eat them slowly. It’s the New Year, you need to show off. Which candies do you like?"
Suddenly.
A small, dry, dark hand reached out from beside the vendor and, taking advantage of the vendor’s inattention, grabbed a handful of candy and ran.
The vendor didn’t notice, but Pei Yunxi and Jiang Chen saw it clearly.
Even though they didn’t say anything, their eyes still alerted the vendor.
The vendor realized sothing was wrong, instinctively turned his head, and then imdiately cursed, "Stop right there!"
The boy who stole the candy didn’t look back and ran forward for dear life.
If this were in their ho country, a few candies wouldn’t cause the vendor to bother chasing; at most, they would just curse a bit. But this vendor had no intention of letting it go, instantly taking off after him without a second thought.
The kid was scrawny, estimated to be about ten years old, ran quite fast, and knew how to navigate through crowded areas, but after all, a kid can’t outrun an adult when they’re serious.
"It’s you again, you little brat!"
After catching the child, the vendor was livid, roughly pushing him to the ground and kicking him hard, not caring one bit that this was happening in public.
"Didn’t learn your lesson, huh! I’ll beat you to death!"
He wasn’t just putting on a show, he was really hitting hard.
The child who stole candies seed to be a repeat offender, curled up defensively on the street, arms wrapped around his head, enduring the consequences of his actions.
Such a scene, if placed in any other region, would likely already have soone standing up against such injustice.
Just a kid.
Is this really necessary?
But here, not a single person stepped in, either passing by pretending not to see or standing around pointing and laughing.
"Stop hitting , stop hitting , I won’t dare again, help!"
The child’s continuous screams did not soften the vendor’s heart, and instead, he kicked even harder, "I’ll teach you to steal! Teach you to steal!"
The child, under the onslaught, clutched his head and rolled on the ground in pain, with a real risk of being beaten to death in the street.
After a dozen seconds, Jiang Chen coughed lightly.
"Wait a mont."
Like the other onlookers, Pei Yunxi glanced at him.
Jiang Chen walked over.
The vendor stopped, panting heavily, and when he saw it was his custor, he explained, "This kid often cos to steal things, has been caught several tis."
Actually, he had heard it all just now.
No matter if it’s adults or children.
If a mistake is made, punishnt should be accepted, but in many places, children are overly forgiven, whereas here, it’s the other extre.
Stealing is wrong.
But it’s not worth getting beaten to death in the street.
Jiang Chen said nothing and pulled out a few banknotes, "I’ll buy the candy he stole."
The vendor was slightly stunned; he hadn’t expected this, but he didn’t hesitate, quickly grabbing the few red banknotes that could nearly buy the entire stall, not forgetting to spit at the child, "Consider yourself lucky today, brat; if I see you again, I’ll break your legs!"
Turning back to face Jiang Chen, the vendor quickly resud his smiling deanor, stuffing the notes into his pocket, "I’ll pack up the candy for you."
Who would have thought that the resilient child, having narrowly escaped death, struggled to climb off the ground and, showing no sign of having learned a lesson, began hurling curses at the vendor from the edge of the stall, despite his bedraggled appearance.
"Just wait! I’ll be back next ti!"
How could a child about ten years old be so fierce?
The vendor glared.
After cursing, the child stumbled away but glanced back at Jiang Chen before he turned completely.
"Sir, you saw it, that brat’s an animal. You helped him, but he didn’t say a word of thanks."
As he spoke, the vendor handed over a bag of candy.
Jiang Chen, walking back, casually accepted the candy with a slight smile, "Thank you."
"Take care."
The two left the stall.
The accompanying guard walked over to take the candy.
"Does it bother you?"
Pei Yunxi, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke, with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Why should it bother ?"
Boss Jiang was calm and composed, seemingly trying to retain his dignity.
"You saved that child, yet he didn’t show any gratitude or remorse."
Pei Yunxi, never one to pass up a chance to point out the obvious, pressed the issue without sparing Boss Jiang’s feelings.
It’s glorious to do good deeds.
But if the act of kindness is misdirected, it can beco rather awkward.
"Have you heard of Schrödinger’s cat?"
Boss Jiang, unfazed, said, "Whether he regrets it or not, no one knows until he gets back up."
Pei Yunxi nodded slightly, "That makes so sense. But don’t you know where this is? The children here aren’t as innocent as you might think."
"I never thought children were innocent."
Boss Jiang continued confidently as if arguing a point, "Do you think I saved him? No, I did it for myself."
Pei Yunxi’s lips curled slightly, not much, not obvious, but still caught by Boss Jiang.
"What’s so funny?"
"Have you ever taken a good look in the mirror?"
Pei Yunxi’s sudden question was out of the blue.
"What do you an?"
Jiang Chen was a bit out of sync with the conversation.
"What kind of person do you think you are?"
Jiang Chen was taken aback.
The unexpected question left him montarily speechless.
"I’m a pragmatist."
After a while, Boss Jiang evaluated himself.
So young yet knowing to pursue luxury behind and in front of the house, and luxury sports cars — a true pragmatist, what else could he be?
"No, you’re an idealist."
Unexpectedly, Pei Yunxi firmly and swiftly denied his self-assessnt and offered a completely opposite view.
Jiang Chen chuckled wryly, seemingly fully disagreeing with the other’s opinion, "Do you know what an idealist is?"
Pei Yunxi, who had been unmoved as she watched the child thief almost beaten to death, gazed ahead and leisurely strolled through the sin-riddled, survival-of-the-fittest streets of Myanmar.
"Those who patch up the world are all idealists."
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