The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

An Dongyang wasn’t the least bit afraid of Lu Yuanbin reporting him.

His father was An Mingjiang. Even if Lu Yuanbin went and said something, no one would pay him any mind.

Besides, words are no proof. Lu Yuanbin had no evidence, and making an accusation without evidence was just a waste of breath.

”You all just wait here! Someone will be here for you soon.”

An Dongyang glanced provocatively at Leng Yuan and the others. His arrogant attitude finally set Lu Yuanbin off.

He charged forward, ready to give An Dongyang a beating.

He was going to prison anyway. He had to vent his anger before they took him in.

An Dongyang jumped in fright and scrambled backward.

But he was already nursing old injuries and had only been putting on a brave face in front of Leng Yuan. Now, startled by Lu Yuanbin, he stumbled backward, tripped over his own feet, and fell to the ground in a pathetic heap.

”ARGH!”

He landed hard on his rear, and just his luck, there was a sharp rock right underneath him. An Dongyang immediately let out a cry of agony.

Startled, Old Nine rushed forward to help An Dongyang up.

An Dongyang had fallen hard. The pain in his tailbone shot straight to the depths of his soul, and his entire face contorted.

Seeing An Dongyang in such a miserable state, Lu Yuanbin started laughing.

”Serves you right! That’s instant karma.”

’That’s what he gets for being so malicious! Even the heavens couldn’t stand to watch anymore.’

An Dongyang’s face was twisted in pain, his body trembling with rage as he glared at Lu Yuanbin.

”You just wait. If you’ve got the guts, you’ll stay right here.”

After saying his piece, he ignored the pain wracking his body and called to Old Nine.

”We’re going in now.”

Hearing this, Old Nine grew excited. He carefully supported An Dongyang and shot a provocative glance at Lu Yuanbin.

’As long as I go in and testify, the evidence against Lu Yuanbin will be ironclad. He might end up spending the rest of his life in there.’ At this thought, Old Nine practically vibrated with excitement.

Lu Yuanbin’s expression turned grim. If he went in this time, he might never get out again.

He wiped a hand over his face, forcing a nonchalant air.

”Brother Leng, Wang Laoer, you guys should go back. I can’t get away now anyway. Better to just wait here than have them come hunt me down.”

At this point, Lu Yuanbin had to admit that An Dongyang was right about one thing: waiting here would save him some energy.

Wang Laoer’s eyes immediately reddened.

The brothers back home had already cleaned his room, all to welcome him back. He had just gotten out, and now he was about to go right back in.

’It’s all that bastard An Dongyang’s fault, running wild just because he has some connections.’

The more Wang Laoer thought about it, the angrier he became.

”Brother Lu, we can’t just let this go! If we have to, I’ll take the boys to the An Family and get even for you!”

Lu Yuanbin let out an exasperated laugh. ”Nonsense. If I go in, none of you are to go looking for trouble with An Dongyang. And stay away from the black market from now on. Just live your lives properly, you hear me?”

These words brought tears to Wang Laoer’s eyes.

Lu Yuanbin clapped him on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

”I’m on my own, anyway. I’ve had a few good years. Even if I have to take a bullet, it’s been worth it. But you guys are different. You have families, wives, and kids. It’s not worth it for you to get dragged down with me.”

Tears streamed down Wang Laoer’s face. ”Brother Lu, you’ll always be my Brother Lu.”

Seeing Wang Laoer cry, Lu Yuanbin’s own eyes, which he had been struggling to keep from tearing up, reddened as well.

Leng Yuan remained silent the entire time.

Instead, his gaze was fixed coolly on the slowly retreating figures of An Dongyang and Old Nine, a profound look in the depths of his eyes.