When She Stops Being Dramatic novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Chapter 128: The Green Tea Female Supporting Character in a Period Novel (15)

"Sigh, I’ve really wasted over a year. Is Chi leaving tomorrow?"

Chi Yun’er nodded. "Yeah. Zishu said I should report in tomorrow."

Zheng slumped her shoulders, but she still gave Chi Yun’er a few words of advice. It was just like the things her own parents had told her when she left home; she truly worried about every little detail.

Chi Yun’er couldn’t help but smile, pursing her lips. In some ways, Zheng was a lot like her old self. Once she considered you one of her own, she’d pour her heart out for you.

"Once I’m at the farm, you can come visit me when you’re free, Zheng."

Zheng’s eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement again and again.

The farm! That was a place only the cream of the crop among the educated youth could go. Everyone had witnessed it transform from a barren wasteland into the sprawling wheat fields, rice paddies, and orchards it was today. It was a place where miracles happened.

Everyone was curious about and awed by the farm. Who wouldn’t be thrilled to get a chance to tour it openly?

Zheng came out of the room, a heavy bag of brown sugar in her hand, feeling even more strongly how good a person Chi Yun’er was.

After thinking for a long time, just as everyone was finishing washing up and getting ready for bed, she walked over to the men’s quarters. She called Jiang Zishi out and quietly told him what had happened at the kitchen door.

"Jiang, we all saw how well you treated Chi. But now that you’re casting aside the old for the new, are you just going to completely ignore Chi?"

"Chi is leaving tomorrow! You can’t even stand watch for her on the last night!"

Jiang Zishi’s lips thinned into a tight line. He clenched his fists and stormed off in a huff to settle things with Huang.

Any woman with half a brain who wanted to keep the situation from escalating would have stopped him and told him to be more careful.

After all, once Chi Yun’er left, she’d have nothing to do with Huang. The women could just be more vigilant in private. There was no need to bring this out into the open and make things ugly for everyone.

But Jiang Zishi had to make a statement. He was being forced into this marriage with Bian Yumin, and though he couldn’t be with Chi Yun’er anymore, he still had to protect what was his before the wedding, right?

But Zheng just looked like she was there to watch the show. She showed no intention of stopping the fight; in fact, her steps were even more eager than his.

Jiang Zishi bit the bullet, walked next door, and shouted with a dark expression:

"Huang, get out here! I have something to ask you!"

Huang froze, adjusted his glasses, and walked out.

Before he could even react, Jiang Zishi’s fist slammed viciously into his face. A dull, throbbing pain radiated from his cheekbone, and he bit the inside of his cheek. The coppery taste of blood immediately filled his mouth.

He wiped at the trickle of blood, his anger flaring. He shot Zheng a cold, sinister glance, then took off his glasses, set them on the windowsill, and lunged at Jiang Zishi. "You psycho!"

The next moment, the two were grappling with each other.

Both of them had pent-up frustrations with nowhere to vent them. Now, they unleashed it all, holding nothing back as their fists hammered into each other.

A year of manual labor had given them brute strength. Each heavy blow was enough to make a person grimace in pain.

Zheng shivered, recalling the look Huang had just given her. An image of a venomous snake hiding in the grass flashed through her mind—the kind that stays silent and still, but whose single strike is deadly.

She might be slow on the uptake, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew she had made a true enemy of him.

Zheng pretended to be terrified and didn’t make a sound.

Jiang Zishi and Huang vented their fury on each other.

Neither of them were experienced fighters who traded curses. When they brawled, they were serious about it, trading blows that landed on flesh, bone, and face. Amidst the loud chatter of two or three other educated youths inside, the dull thuds of their fight went almost unnoticed.

By the time someone came out to use the latrine, the two had been using each other as punching bags for three or four minutes. They were already beaten to a pulp, their faces swollen and bruised.

Everyone rushed to pull them apart. "What are you two doing?"

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