Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby! Chapter 169: The Scrapyard Beauty?

She cursed that "Rubbish King" called Jiang Zhou at least eight hundred tis in her heart.

Promised once a week, how many days has it been?

This is simply costing her life!

"Oh, who do we have here? Isn’t that Miss Gu from the military compound?"

A sarcastic voice ca from ahead.

Gu Lan lifted her head and squinted her eyes.

Sun Feifei.

She was wearing a brand new Dacron floral dress, standing with a few girls, arms crossed, and looked at her mockingly.

A girl with braids beside Sun Feifei imdiately covered her nose and exclaid exaggeratedly.

"Feifei, sll it, what a strong sll of rust and machine oil!"

"It really stinks to death!"

Another girl giggled.

"Our Gu Lan is now a celebrity at Technology University!"

"Haven’t you heard? They call her the ’Rubbish Beauty’!"

"Hahaha, Rubbish Beauty? What a fitting nickna!"

More and more students passing by stopped and pointed at Gu Lan and her dilapidated cart.

Their chatter buzzed like flies in her ears.

Gu Lan’s face turned beet red in an instant.

She released the handcart and placed her hands on her hips, raising her chin high.

"I was wondering who was chirping like a sparrow here, turns out it’s Miss Sun."

Her gaze swept over Sun Feifei’s spotlessly clean dress.

" collecting scrap, how does that affect you?"

"I make a living with my own strength, not stealing or robbing, above board!"

Gu Lan took a step forward, her voice suddenly rising.

"Better than so people, from head to toe, nothing they use is earned by themselves."

"Without their parents, they’d be good for nothing, a do-nothing who doesn’t know wheat from chaff!"

"You!"

Sun Feifei’s complexion darkened instantly.

"Gu Lan! How dare you insult !"

"Whoever responds, I’ll curse at them." Gu Lan snorted coldly, not backing down an inch.

The followers beside Sun Feifei imdiately stepped up.

"Gu Lan, don’t be so arrogant! Aren’t you just a scrap picker? What’s there to boast about!"

"Feifei’s father is a city official! What do you amount to?"

"An official?"

Gu Lan laughed, her laughter full of sarcasm.

"Does being an official’s daughter an you can walk around school like you own the place?"

"My brother’s a regint commander in the military, have I bragged about it?"

Sun Feifei was pricked by the words "do-nothing" and stung by Gu Lan’s brother, making her tremble with rage.

"Fine! Fine, Gu Lan!"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes fixated on the cart behind Gu Lan.

"You cherish these scraps, don’t you?"

She suddenly rushed two steps forward, bypassing Gu Lan.

When no one had ti to react, she reached out her hand and shoved the pile high.

"Crash—Thunk!"

A thunderous crash.

The entire cart lost balance and tilted to one side.

The copper tubes, gears, bearings, and countless unnaable small parts piled on top all scattered like a blossoming flower.

Rolling all over the ground.

The whole world seed to fall silent for a mont.

Sun Feifei clapped her hands, looking at the ss with a smug, malicious smile.

She even feigned covering her mouth.

"Oops, sorry about that, Gu Lan."

"Look at your cart, stacked so unstably, a breeze could tip it over."

"Hahahaha!"

Her followers behind her burst into piercing laughter.

Gu Lan was dumbfounded.

She looked at the scattered parts, her mind buzzing, completely blank.

These things...

These items were what that Rubbish King repeatedly instructed not to lose any of!

Now...

It was all gone.

"Sun! Fei! Fei!"

Gu Lan’s eyes instantly reddened, like a small leopard thoroughly provoked.

She clenched her fists, her body trembling slightly with anger.

She was ready to shred her apart!

Just as she was about to rush in regardless.

The crowd suddenly stirred.

Then, as if soone pressed the mute button, all laughter and chatter stopped abruptly.

The crowd parted automatically.

A silent figure walked through.

His hair was ssy like a bird’s nest.

The blue work jacket he wore was stained with black oil.

He was tall and thin, but his shoulders were broad.

It was Jiang Zhou.

He didn’t even look at the almost exploding Gu Lan.

His gaze directly fell on the ss on the ground.

As if soone had ripped open his heart, his entire deanor changed.

He squatted down.

Picked up a gear that had been deford from a pile of twisted scrap tal.

He picked up a snapped copper wire.

Sun Feifei, seeing another scrap picker, beca even bolder.

She crossed her arms, sneered, and spoke sarcastically.

"Oh, another one? What, is this ’Rubbish Beauty’s’ helper?"

"With your shabby looks, can you afford to pay for these damaged scraps?"

Jiang Zhou ignored her.

He stood up.

His gaze swept over the scattered parts, finally stopping on a half-ter long, wrist-thick solid steel pipe.

He walked over, bent down, and picked it up.

Everyone watched him.

No one knew what this suddenly appeared, dirty man was going to do.

Gu Lan was also stunned, she wanted to speak but found she couldn’t make a sound.

Jiang Zhou straightened his body.

He turned his head, those eyes always filled with impatience, for the first ti, looked directly at Sun Feifei.

In that gaze, there was no anger, nothing at all.

Only a dead, icy coldness.

Then.

Under the horrified eyes of dozens of people present.

He gripped the two ends of that steel pipe with his hands.

On his arms, under the oil-stained work sleeves, muscles suddenly bulged, straining into hard lumps like stone.

"Creak... Squeak... Ah..."

A tallic wrenching sound that churned the teeth and bones echoed through the quiet afternoon.

That incredibly hard steel pipe.

In his hands.

It was like a flexible noodle.

Bent forcibly by him.

Into a perfect, U-shape.

The whole place was silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Only the sound of gasps filled the air.

Jiang Zhou’s expression didn’t change at all.

He casually threw that completely deford steel pipe at Sun Feifei’s feet.

"Thud!"

A heavy thud landed on everyone’s hearts.

Sun Feifei scread in fright, jumped back suddenly.

Her high heel twisted underfoot, and she fell to the ground awkwardly.

The color drained from her face, whiter than paper.

Jiang Zhou pointed at the scattered parts.

His voice was devoid of warmth, like the coldest ice in winter, each word popped out one by one.

"Pick it up."

Sun Feifei’s lips trembled, her teeth chattered, unable to utter a word.

The followers behind her retreated repeatedly, wishing to disappear on the spot.

Jiang Zhou looked at her.

Clearly enunciated, yet with an irrefutable, suffocating pressure.

"If there’s a single screw missing, I’ll dismantle your bike."