The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man-Chapter 84: Leng Qingtian and Feng Ergou Make a Bet

"Tch, you guys are just too gutless. There are so many of you in your family. No matter how tough Leng Yuan is, how could he possibly be a match for all of you?"

"You’re all a bunch of spineless losers. A whole family, getting bullied by some orphan."

Feng Ergou spat out the stalk of foxtail grass in his mouth, his expression full of disdain.

Leng Qingtian sneered. "If you’re not scared, go pick a fight with Leng Yuan. If you can beat him, I’ll give you a hundred bucks."

Feng Ergou stopped in his tracks, his eyes lighting up. "For real?"

Leng Qingtian nodded. "I’m not kidding. Go on!"

Lured by the promise of a hundred bucks, Feng Ergou completely forgot that he was also terrified of Leng Yuan and immediately set off in high spirits.

Leng Qingtian looked at Feng Ergou like he was an idiot.

’Idiot. You call me a coward? Let’s see you act tough, you brainless fool.’

’If my family could actually beat Leng Yuan, do you think I’d let him push us around?’

He only kept his mouth shut because he knew he couldn’t win a fight against him.

Otherwise, he’d have taught Leng Yuan a lesson.

He spat on the ground, then picked up his grain and headed home.

Feng Ergou set off excitedly to find Leng Yuan, but halfway there, he realized something was wrong.

’I can’t just go and pick a fight with Leng Yuan out of the blue. I wouldn’t have any justification!’

’I need to think of a way to make Leng Yuan throw the first punch.’

Still mulling it over, Feng Ergou decided he needed a proper plan and headed away from the threshing ground.

He was so preoccupied with how to get Leng Yuan to throw the first punch that he wasn’t watching where he was going and crashed right into someone coming from the opposite direction.

"Oof!"

Feng Ergou’s chest throbbed from the impact. He clutched it and roared, "Who’s the blind bastard that ran into me?!"

As he cursed, he looked up and saw a girl as pretty as a flower, sprawled on the ground.

She wasn’t quite as beautiful as Gu Jiaojiao, but she had the advantage of being well-dressed.

And her figure was shapely and curvaceous—anyone could tell she had a great body with just one look.

Feng Ergou felt the pain in his chest transform into a throbbing in his heart. It began to beat violently, and he felt he was losing control.

Xu Wenwan felt like she had the worst luck in the world. She had only wanted to go to the threshing ground to see Yun Hao, but she’d gotten lost, and now she’d been knocked over.

She was seething with anger.

Just as she opened her mouth to curse him out, an arm grabbed hers. A moment later, a gentle voice spoke up. "A-Are you okay? Let me help you up."

With those words, he gave a slight tug and helped Xu Wenwan to her feet.

Feng Ergou was used to farm work, so he was quite strong.

Once on her feet, Xu Wenwan yanked her arm away and snapped, "Are you blind? You crashed right into me! Look, you’ve bruised my arm."

Having never done hard labor in the city, her body was pampered and delicate. The collision had instantly left a large, dark bruise on her arm.

Feng Ergou had never seen anyone so beautiful. Even her anger seemed to carry a hint of a cute pout.

He stared at Xu Wenwan, completely entranced.

When Xu Wenwan looked back, she found him staring at her in a daze. That obsessed gaze was a look she was all too familiar with.

It was just that, in the past, those kinds of looks were always directed at Gu Jiaojiao. To suddenly be on the receiving end of one herself, Xu Wenwan found that she rather enjoyed it.

Just like that, her anger wasn’t so intense anymore.

"Forget it. I suppose you didn’t do it on purpose, so I’ll let it go this time."

With that, she clutched her arm and walked away.

By the time Feng Ergou snapped out of his daze, Xu Wenwan was already a good distance away.

A sweet fragrance lingered in the air, the kind that comes from a girl. Feng Ergou couldn’t resist taking a deep sniff.

’Do all girls smell this sweet?’

His eyes remained fixed on the girl’s retreating back, a look of absolute determination flashing in their depths.