They turned around to look, only to find that scantily dressed fellow was harassing Zhao Ger in broad daylight!
Groping his chest and kissing him on the mouth, utterly shameless and lewd.
It was truly too much to bear.
A bold auntie could no longer bother covering her eyes. She seemed to be on good terms with Zhao Ger—earlier, she had been the most frantic. Now, she grabbed the washing bat and swung it straight at Fang Zichen’s back.
"You damned scoundrel! How dare you act like such a rogue? How is Zhao Ger supposed to face others after this?"
"What a sin!"
"I’ll beat you to death! I’ll beat you to death!"
Fang Zichen didn’t even have time to react before inexplicably getting hit twice. The woman had quite the arm strength, and his back immediately burned with pain.
“What are you hitting me for? Are you crazy?”
Hearing him dare to talk back, the auntie swung at him again. This time, Fang Zichen was furious: “I was giving him CPR, damn it! How is that harassment? Look at me, just look at my face, who’s taking advantage of whom here?”
At his words, the crowd turned their eyes to his face, and only then did they realize this young man was actually quite good-looking.
But no matter how handsome he was, no one spoke up in his defense.
In the eyes of the onlookers, no matter how attractive he was, he was still a man. Kissing a ger meant the ger was the one wronged, and the man was the one taking advantage.
The village chief arrived in a hurry with a group of people.
His wife, Wang Damei, seeing Fang Zichen being beaten, hurried over to intervene: "You from the Zhou family, what are you doing?"
"Elder sister, this man, he... he..." Zhou's wife seemed hesitant to speak: "...he acted like a rogue."
Someone explained the incident for the village chief and Wang Damei.
At first, Zhao Ger was washing clothes by the river when one piece was accidentally swept away by the water. Zhao Ger leaned over to retrieve it but slipped and fell into the river.
Then... and then...
Those who arrived later basically understood the whole incident.
Groping Zhao ger's chest and even kissing him, the young man wouldn’t be wronged even if beaten to death.
But the village chief and Wang Damei felt that Fang Zichen didn’t seem like that kind of person.
Last night at their home, when their ger served dishes at the table, he merely glanced over, said "Hello," and didn’t look again. Their ger was pure and pretty, yet Fang Zichen hadn’t entertained any improper thoughts. Could Zhao Ger, who had already borne a child, really be more appealing than their ger?
The village chief looked at Fang Zichen, signaling him to explain.
Fang Zichen's drenched hair clung to his forehead, his water-soaked gaze moist, his lashes sticking together in strands, making him look innocent and harmless. He shook his head and waved his hands.
"Wronged! I wasn’t acting like a rogue, I was just... just giving artificial respiration. That’s how we save drowning people where I’m from."
The village chief’s family knew he came from overseas. Different places had different customs, etiquette, and emergency methods.
Fang Zichen looked innocent and didn’t seem like someone who would take advantage of others.
Someone testified for him: "I just saw him kiss Zhao Ger and press on Zhao Ger’s chest, and then Zhao Ger spat out water. Before that, when he carried Zhao Ger out of the river, Zhao Ger was completely unconscious."
"But this..."
Zhao Ger was saved, but being saved like this...how could he face others afterward?
Might as well not have been saved.
The situation had escalated, and Fang Zichen still didn’t fully grasp it. Unsure, he asked, "What’s the big deal about a kiss?"
He only knew about the strict separation between men and women in ancient times, but there was no rule about men and men!
Wang Damei looked up at him, her expression indescribable: "He’s a ger. You can’t just kiss him like that."
Fang Zichen was utterly confused.
Wang Damei sighed. "He’s been married, has a child, and now that you’ve... the Ma family probably won’t keep him anymore."
"Wait," Fang Zichen’s throat felt dry. "You’re saying he’s been married and... has a child?"
"Yes."
Fang Zichen: "..."
"He has a child?" Fang Zichen’s face twisted in shock, his voice rising. "How could he have a child? Isn’t he a man?"
"He’s not a man," the village chief interjected, as if realizing something. Fang Zichen probably didn’t know what a ger was, hence the question. He explained, "A ger can marry and bear children."
This is too goddamn surreal!
Not even TV dramas would dare make this up.
Fang Zichen turned to look at the person still lying on the ground - someone he had assumed was a man.
At first glance, there was no difference between him and a man. This so-called Zhao Ger was just a bit shorter, his skin not very fair, but he had a delicate, slightly upturned nose, a round face, and thin lips pressed tightly together. Probably still uncomfortable, his eyes were closed, brows furrowed.
Upon closer inspection, he just looked like a cute, delicate boy - nothing particularly unusual.
Maybe... just maybe... his insides are different from normal man.
So... he can bear children.
He understood now, but it was still shocking!
The village chief and the others watched as Fang Zichen’s expression shifted rapidly. Interpreting those looks, they roughly translated to: ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ ‘How is this world so bizarre?’ ‘I think I’ve landed in some unbelievable place,’ ‘This world is kinda wild,’ ‘Am I dreaming?’
If he could marry and bear children, then he was no different from a woman.
Now Fang Zichen realized he’d made a huge mistake. Feeling dejected, he asked the village chief, "So... what do we do now?"
Zhao Ger still hadn’t woken up, and the Ma family wasn’t around. The village chief wasn’t sure either.
Fang Zichen came up with a solution: "I kissed him, so... maybe he can kiss me back?"
Wouldn’t that settle things?
Village Chief: "..."
The village chief wanted to punch him.
Zhao Ger’s clothes were soaked, and they couldn’t leave him like that. The village chief told his wife to take him home first. It was already late, and the Ma family hadn’t shown up. They’d deal with everything tomorrow.
Before leaving, the village chief warned Fang Zichen that this matter probably wouldn’t end well. The Ma family was unreasonable and aggressive, they’d likely latch onto him.
Fang Zichen didn’t care. "My pockets are empty, my stomach’s empty, what good would it do them to latch onto me?"
The village chief snapped, "Even if they can’t squeeze a single coin out of you, they can still make you suffer."
Fang Zichen: "......"
"That extreme?"
His steps unsteady, he returned home and sat under the eaves, staring at the dilapidated, pothole-ridden yard, utterly dejected.
He didn’t know how the Ma family could make him suffer, nor was he too worried. In fact, he even had the idle thought that a cigarette would be nice right now. Not to smoke, just to hold lit between his fingers, so he’d at least look properly melancholic, fitting his handsome image.
As he calmed down, the pain in his back grew sharper.
Fang Zichen was starting to regret it.
He had known before that he couldn’t just help elderly people, because some were out to scam others.
At best, he'd lose a few hundred or thousand. At worst, they'd bleed him dry.
He’d never been scammed before, but saving someone only to get beaten for no reason—it was impossible not to be furious.
Ignorance is no excuse, huh?
No good deed goes unpunished.
What a loss.
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