AWB Chapter 208 Moral Sentiment at Play
Chapter 208 Moral Sentiment at Play
The more Wang Jinghuai struggled and cried, the more excited Brother Zhao became. He nibbled on her ear, "My little darling, don't cry. It breaks my heart. Come to my car, let me comfort you..."
At this moment, He Qiaoyun stood at the entrance of the passage, her expression somewhat conflicted.
A nagging sense of morality occupied her thoughts.
Although Wang Jinghuai's act of being a mistress is despicable, she doesn't deserve to be punished this way.
She turned on her phone's video recording function and boldly stepped forward, shouting, "Let her go!"
The two people who were struggling stopped and turned to look at her.
Taking advantage of Zhao Ge's momentary distraction, Wang Jinghuai mustered her strength and shoved him aside, then jogged to He Qiaoyun's side.
Brother Zhao's arms were suddenly empty, and he was even pushed, almost falling to the ground. He was furious and pointed at He Qiaoyun, yelling, "Who the hell are you? Where did you come from? What do you have to do with me?!"
Facing such a fierce-looking man, it would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid, but she still steadied herself, held her phone, and took two steps back.
She boldly looked Zhao Ge straight in the eye and calmly said in a loud voice, "Let me tell you, I filmed everything you said and did to Wang Jinghuai just now. You've committed indecent assault against a woman, which is illegal, you know? Believe me or not, I'll call the police and print it out and post it on your shop's door!"
The man glared at the two of them, but upon hearing these words, his imposing manner weakened somewhat. Pointing at them, he uttered, "You guys are ruthless!"
After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.
He Qiaoyun glanced at Wang Jinghuai, who was sobbing beside her, and called out to the man, "Wait a minute."
The man turned his head impatiently, "What else do you want to do!"
He Qiaoyun said, "Now we'll settle her wages."
The man's eyes darted around, clearly unwilling. "They said before that if I didn't work for a month, I wouldn't get paid."
He Qiaoyun acted as if she hadn't heard, and turned to ask Wang Jinghuai, "How much?"
Wang Jinghuai, tears streaming down her face, looked up at He Qiaoyun and said, "I worked for twenty days, every day until three in the morning. He promised to pay me 120 a day, for a total of 2,400."
He Qiaoyun, still holding up her phone to record, calmly said, "Give me the money."
The man looked very unhappy.
He Qiaoyun's tone was very firm, and she repeated each word slowly and deliberately, "Give me the money."
"If you pay me now, it will be resolved. If you don't pay me, it will go to court, and then it won't be as simple as just paying wages."
The man stared at the two women for a long time before reluctantly taking out his phone and transferring 2,400 yuan to Wang Jinghuai's WeChat account. He then yelled at them angrily, "Hey, 2,400 yuan! Look carefully! Take the money and get out! What kind of thing is this...?"
He felt ashamed and walked through the passageway, cursing under his breath.
He Qiaoyun then put away her phone, ignored Wang Jinghuai, and walked to the sink to rinse her phone case.
Wang Jinghuai wiped away her tears, pinched her fingers, looked up, and said to He Qiaoyun, "Thank you."
She never imagined that one day, someone she once looked down upon would step forward and lend her a hand in a moment of crisis...
He Qiaoyun turned off the tap, shook the water off her hands, and replied emotionlessly, "No need."
Helping her was merely a last bit of pity and sympathy from a fellow woman; it was purely a matter of morality. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't have stood idly by.
She returned to the front hall and saw the man sitting to the side with his legs crossed, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He glanced at her disdainfully, took out his phone, secretly snapped a picture of her, and posted it online: "[There's a still-attractive older woman here, pretty tough. She even talked back to me earlier. Want to teach her a lesson?]"
The vulgarity and crudeness are practically overflowing from the screen.
He Qiaoyun was completely unaware of his underhanded actions. She was only focused on the porridge she hadn't finished eating and, not wanting to waste it, continued to sit and eat, thinking that with so many people around, he couldn't do anything to her.
Her mood gradually calmed down, and she ate her porridge faster, no longer wanting to stay in this wretched place any longer.
After finishing our meal and paying the bill, we walked out of the store when suddenly several men dressed in black surrounded us.
She instinctively turned around and saw the shop owner with a gloating smile.
He's a gangster.
She lifted her foot to walk around them; there were so many of them, she couldn't afford to offend them, but she could at least avoid them.
Suddenly, a young boy stopped her, grinning lewdly at her: "Hey sis, where are you going? Going out to play with your brothers."
The next moment, someone kicked the boy in the butt. The boy roared and cursed, "Who kicked me?!"
The leader of the group said coldly, "Me."
The man's eyes instantly cleared, and he even smiled apologetically, "Brother, why did you kick me...?"
The leader ignored him and immediately smiled apologetically at He Qiaoyun, "Sister He, this young man doesn't recognize people, please don't take offense, I'll teach him a lesson later."
He Qiaoyun's initial nervousness vanished abruptly. She was somewhat confused by their actions. "You...know me?"
The leader smiled and said, "Of course I recognize you. You're Brother Liu's friend, but you might not recognize me."
He Qiaoyun asked him to confirm, "The Brother Liu you mentioned, is it Liu Biao?"
The leader nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I was really disrespectful just now, please don't tell Brother Liu."
The younger brother who had spoken rudely earlier immediately apologized, "Sister He, I'm really sorry, please forgive me."
He Qiaoyun raised an eyebrow, surprised that Liu Biao had so many underlings, practically covering the entire Haicheng.
She turned around, glanced at the shop owner, and asked, "So you were originally... hired by someone else to cause me trouble?"
The men immediately shook their heads vigorously, "No, no, how could we dare to cause you any trouble? We... we're here to eat. Have you eaten yet? Would you like to share a table with us?"
He Qiaoyun held her phone, tapping the back of it lightly with her fingers, and said with a faint smile, "I just ate. You guys keep having your gathering. It's getting late, I have to go back. You should all go home and rest early too."
The men nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, take care."
Brother Zhao sat with his legs crossed in the chair, watching them bow and scrape to He Qiaoyun. He felt something was wrong, his eyelids kept twitching, and he felt very uneasy.
Watching He Qiaoyun leave unharmed, he panicked and tried to run away, but was held down by several people who arrived at the scene.
"Why are you running?" the boss asked.
Brother Zhao forced an awkward smile. "I didn't run away. I was just thinking of pouring you some tea."
"Let's stop pouring tea and settle the accounts."
Brother Zhao froze, "What's the point of settling accounts...?"
What a pointless endeavor! He tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead... He felt endless regret in his heart.
The boss chuckled: "Consider who you've offended, and what will become of your little shop?"
Upon hearing this, Brother Zhao's lips trembled, and he continued to try to evade the truth: "I don't know anything! She bullied me first. She recorded me on her phone, filmed me, and said that because I didn't pay her, she called the police. I'm innocent too..."
One of the henchmen slapped him. "How could a woman bully you? If you don't do anything wrong, why would someone hit you for no reason? I hate dogs like you who never tell the truth!"