I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 145 - 142: An: Brother, I Ran into a Stubborn Tagalong (Extra - , Please Vote)

Chapter 145: Chapter 142: An: Brother, I Ran into a Stubborn Tagalong (Extra Chapter, Please Vote)

Jiang Ming’an could naturally judge that the person behind him wasn’t chasing him.

Really, it had nothing to do with him.

But the guy being chased was like a tail that couldn’t be shaken off. He went east, the guy followed east; he went west, the guy followed west, so the pursuers lumped him in too, forcing a big fight.

After flipping the group and running off, it was time to settle things with this guy.

In the darkness, he could only barely make out the other person’s slim, tall silhouette, and one more thing: his words were quite infuriating.

"Don’t do it, bro!"

The voice was very young.

"Who’s your bro? Don’t call me that for no reason. You did it on purpose, right?"

"Bro, I really didn’t mean it, you saw it too, those bad guys wouldn’t let go. I just didn’t want to be their sucker. Remember that short fat guy? His sister is just as burly and has a pockmarked face. What kind of family is this with their inflated egos? They even wanted me to marry in!

You see, marrying in wouldn’t be so bad if she were a beauty, but she’s clearly more like Wu Dalang’s sister. I really can’t handle it! What to do? Run! But you saw it, her brother even called others to chase me, wanting to force me into marrying in. Is there any justice? How could I agree?"

"Ha!" Jiang Ming’an summed it all up in one word. He’s definitely a fellow kind! It’s just that his shameless acting is too eye-popping.

"Sigh! Bro, why are you hitting me? Sigh! Bro, don’t..."

This guy kept calling him bro while throwing punches and kicks without holding back.

If he believed this guy’s tall tale, he’d be as good as dead.

"No, bro, spare me!"

Heh! He hits harder than anyone and still pretends to be victimized? Could this be the "green tea" Yueyue mentioned?

The fight lasted more than an hour, finally ending with both slumping down in the small woods, too exhausted to continue.

Under the clear moonlight, the handsome face of the other gradually became clear. A standard good-looking man, but with an annoying mouth. Without that mouth, he’d be quite admirable.

"Bro, you’re really good-looking!"

Jiang Ming’an: "..." Why does he feel like throwing a punch? Alas, he’s too tired. Leaning against the tree trunk takes a lot of effort.

"Bro, are you married?"

Jiang Ming’an: "..." Get rid of that mouth and donate it.

"What nonsense am I saying, you obviously don’t seem like a married man. Do you have a partner?"

Jiang Ming’an’s glare: None of your business!

"Girlfriend or boyfriend?"

Jiang Ming’an: "...Go to hell?"

"Hey! That’s how we say it in Port City."

Jiang Ming’an blinked his eyes under his lashes: "Have you been there?"

"I snuck in for a year. Bro, you don’t have to worry if you have a partner; after all, it’s not like you’re married. What do you think about me?"

"Cough cough!" Jiang Ming’an choked directly.

"Sigh! Bro, I’m good-looking, have a good figure, am slick and smooth, won’t disgrace you. How about it? Consider it."

"Go to hell!"

"Don’t, bro! Oh right, my name is Xie Yunhai. What’s your name?"

Jiang Ming’an couldn’t be bothered to look at him: Do you, little scoundrel, deserve to know bro’s name?

"Bro, it’s thank you, Xie, white cloud sky sea, Yunhai. My dad gave it to me; he hoped I wouldn’t be tangled up by worldly things, to be a clear and broad-minded person. My dad loved me very much, but unfortunately, he died when I was eight. My mom immediately remarried, and my stepfather didn’t like me. I was abused from a young age, initially behind my mother’s back. At that time, I wondered whether I should tell my mother.

If I told her, she would surely protect me, but it would affect their marriage. If I didn’t, would my stepfather beat me to death? Until I got older and learned to resist, at fourteen he was still beating me. But by then, I wasn’t so foolish to let him; I’d run away. But that day, bad luck struck, and I accidentally fell into Lan River. Luckily, I was rescued by a little girl who handed me a stick and dragged me ashore. Having survived, I left home, feeling free to roam the skies and wide lands."

Jiang Ming’an felt like he must’ve lost his mind to sit here listening to this. What did his abuse have to do with him?

Wait... was he tacitly assuming this actor Xie Yunhai wasn’t making up stories this time, but sharing his real experience?

Jiang Ming’an harshly scorned himself for such a ridiculous thought.

"Bro, you still haven’t told me your name?"

Oh! So that’s what he was waiting for! He figured Jiang Ming’an wouldn’t tell him his name, so he opened up himself, hoping for sympathy? Sadly, bro is always cold-blooded.

"Ha! Parting is inevitable, there’s no need." With that, Jiang Ming’an ran off like a rabbit.

But Xie Yunhai, who was immersed in the trauma of his childhood, seemed to have anticipated this and almost simultaneously gave chase.

Jiang Ming’an: "..." This tail today is really damn annoying.

This chase went till dawn. Nanxi City was circled a few times, and he finally exhausted his energy, both tired and hungry, dragging his heavy steps back home. The moment the door closed, that plague had already seated himself inside his house.

"Bro, don’t! Let’s save our energy. I’m really fond of you, that’s why I followed."

Jiang Ming’an regretted it. If only Yueyue had been with him, tonight wouldn’t have turned into such a mess.

A knowing Xie Yunhai took the initiative to cook in the kitchen, acting so familiarly, you’d think Jiang Ming’an was the guest!

"Oh! Bro, you’ve got lots of food supplies. Go rest, then eat and bathe afterward. I’ll be quick."

Jiang Ming’an didn’t want to pay attention to him, too tired to care. Surprisingly, the usually tidy-fixated him just flopped onto the bed and couldn’t get up.

But no matter how tired or sleepy he was, he wouldn’t let himself fall asleep, always on alert, keeping an ear to what was happening in the kitchen.

Before long, he smelled fish... steamed fish, followed by the scent of ham.

Soon after, the guy stood at his door, chuckling: "Bro, the meal is ready, come eat. Need me to carry you?"

Jiang Ming’an, who was splayed out and too lazy to move a finger, suddenly got up, swift as could be.

He heard the guy leaning on the doorframe burst out laughing.

Jiang Ming’an: "..." Damn it, he really wanted to beat this guy to death, but he had no strength.

"Bro, you can’t do it! Look at me, I could run till dawn without any problem."

This time, Jiang Ming’an couldn’t stand it anymore: "You’re the one who can’t do it! Your whole family can’t do it! If you won’t eat, shut up. No one cares for your silence."