Master Xiao Makes His Little Darling Cry (7)

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Night fell, the sky slowly draped in black silk, and the city lights began to flicker on one by one.
Huami hugged a large bag of clothes contentedly.
Her supply of spiritual nourishment was replenished once again!
The car stopped at the foot of her building. Before getting out, the young girl clung to the man's arm, endlessly praising him.
“Wuwuwu, Master Jiu, you’re so kind! I like you the most!”
The response was a face full of cigarette smoke.
Huami immediately wanted to run without looking back but was quickly pulled back by the face.
She coughed and cried from the smoke, barely escaping the car.
“Wuwuwu, why does he always bully me?” Huami wiped her tears standing by the roadside, her whole body smelling of cigarettes, complaining to the system about the male lead’s misdeeds.
[Maybe it’s because he’s gone dark…]
Huami wiped her tears for a while longer before picking up her things and heading home.
Carrying the heavy bag of clothes, her mood brightened instantly, and she hopped along happily.
Though carrying so much, she no longer complained about being tired.
Outside the bar, neon lights flickered, casting bizarre colors along the street.
It had been less than a month, yet Huami found herself cornered again.
It was the same group of tattooed men from before, who seemed to have found a bigger boss wanting to reclaim their territory.
When Huami was pulled into the alley, she immediately hugged herself tightly against the wall, sobbing softly.
“Wuwuwu, don’t come any closer!”
The tattooed men no longer had any lecherous interest in her; seeing her cry caused them phantom pain—her previous beating had still not healed.
“Boss, it’s her!” one tattooed man pointed at her.
The so-called boss kicked him hard. “Useless fool, just a little girl, and you dragged me all the way here for her?”
The tattooed men were at a loss.
This girl was truly uncanny!
But the boss didn’t know that. His gaze swept over Huami, instantly drawn by her appearance and figure.
His expression changed instantly: “Little girl, if you touch my people, you’ll have to pay a price, got it?”
“Wuwuwu, what do you want?” Huami wiped her tears, looking as frightened as if facing imminent danger.
“Of course, it’s you,” the boss said, his hand already reaching to touch her face. “Serve me well, and I’ll let you go.”
Huami nimbly dodged his hand, frowning slightly in displeasure. “Don’t touch me. Only Master Jiu can touch me!”

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The boss was just a low-level thug, completely unaware of who this “Master Jiu” was.
“Hmph, you can call whoever you want, your Master Jiu can’t save you now. I suggest you just give in.”
“Wuwu, oh yeah…” Huami, still crying, seemed to be struck by his words.
She took out her phone and dialed a number.
Beep—the call went through, and she immediately sobbed into the phone, “Wuwuwu, Master Jiu, come save me! Someone’s bullying me!”
There was no response on the other end. She looked at her phone and saw the call hadn’t connected—the phone rang once and then was hung up.
Huami: “……”
[Host, I’ve already applied for a points loan for you. Let’s just buy tools honestly. The male lead’s dark factor is still 100%; there’s no way he’ll come to save you.] The system was unsurprised.
“Wuwuwu, why is it like this?” Huami crouched down, small and pitiful.
But buying tools was out of the question; she would only buy pretty little dresses!
Seeing this, the boss laughed heartily. She dialed the phone so fast he didn’t even have time to stop her, thinking she might really summon reinforcements—turns out it was all worry for nothing.
Now without any concerns, he immediately pinned the girl to the ground.
Huami’s wrist was roughly held down; her delicate skin scraped against the rough ground, breaking and bleeding bright red drops.
“Wuwu, let me go! The ground is so dirty!”
“Haha, first let big brother have some fun here, then I’ll take you to a motel,” the boss said, leaning in to kiss her.
“Y-you, don’t come near me! Don’t touch me!” Huami’s pupils contracted sharply, tears streaming down her cheeks. In the last second before he could press down, she lifted her foot and kicked hard.
“Damn, filthy bitch! You refuse a toast but force a penalty drink!” The boss was shocked by the power of her kick, which sent him flying back over half a meter.
His anger flared as he raised his hand to slap her.
Huami backed up, shrinking into a corner, eyes shut tightly, tears flowing as she raised her tiny fists.
The tattooed men watching instinctively shut their eyes as well.
They all remembered the power of that little fist!
Sure enough, pain landed on the man’s body.
“Ah!”
“Ow!”
“Pfft!”
At first, the tattooed men thought their boss had been beaten by that uncanny little girl again, but something felt different.
They opened their eyes to see a group of people had appeared in the alley. Their boss was effortlessly lifted by the most imposing figure among them and slammed hard against the wall.
Huami held up her little fist and waited a moment; the expected attack never came.

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She cautiously opened her eyes and saw a pair of long legs clad in suit pants dominating her view.
Looking up, a familiar cold and stern face came into sight.
“Master Jiu?” Her voice trembled, and her tear-streaked little face was marked with obvious confusion.
The male lead always appeared suddenly, every time when she thought he wouldn’t come.
[Wonderful!] The system finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With this host who never changed tools, it was always a nerve-wracking wait!
“Can you stand?” The man’s voice was cold, showing no hint of pity.
Huami tentatively moved, belatedly feeling the pain.
Her arms and legs were scraped in various places; the dust and gravel on the ground had stained her originally fair and clean skin, and blood slowly seeped from the wounds, making her look pitiful and shocking.
She was far more disheveled now than the last time she’d faced danger—then only her clothes were torn, but now she herself was injured.
Huami stared blankly at her wounds, momentarily speechless.
After a long while, a weak voice sounded: “Ugh, it looks so ugly…”
She curled up slightly, as if wanting to hide herself, her shoulders trembling, tears falling harder and harder.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her as Yan Jiu crouched down.
He lifted her chin, eyes scanning her face before frowning.
“Tsk, trouble.”
Huami was scooped up by the man.
Outside the alley, the tattooed men and their boss were being taken away under Yan Jiu’s control.
The man carried her into the car.
Huami sat on his lap, curling into his chest, crying uncontrollably.
Her small hands weakly clutched the fabric on Yan Jiu’s chest, looking fragile and dependent.
“Wuwu, it hurts so much, it looks so ugly, what should I do, Master Jiu? Will you hate me?”
Yan Jiu grasped her wrist, lifting it, his thumb pressing on the glaring wound on her pale skin.
“Hiss—”
“Wuwu! Master Jiu, it hurts…” Huami flinched, reflexively trying to pull her hand away.
“Such a crybaby.” The man held her tightly, not letting her pull away.