Actually, Lu Sheng, whose hearing is naturally excellent, also heard that sentence.
But before she had a chance to react, she saw her Fifth Brother storming furiously toward the blond-haired guy who made the comment.
The blond-haired guy, who had been joking and laughing with his friends while sneaking pervy glances at Lu Sheng, smirked in the most sleazy way.
He never expected that his words would be overheard by Lu Youye, who was standing closest to them.
Moreover, guys like him instinctively believe that even if a girl hears such remarks, she wouldn’t dare confront a man and would simply endure it silently.
So, when he saw the "girl," wearing a pink sweatshirt and looking all cute, walking toward him with a grim expression, he froze for a moment, then got excited.
Could it be that she heard what he said earlier and decided to come over?
Not only would he get to chat with such a pretty beauty, but he’d get up close and personal. Even if she yelled at him, it wouldn’t matter; he might even take the opportunity to pat her shoulder and cop a feel.
If it weren’t for this, someone like him would never get the chance to approach a girl of her caliber.
Clearing his throat, the blond-haired guy grinned and said, "Hey there, Miss..."
Had it not been for the fear of his voice giving him away, Lu Youye would’ve started cussing him out right then and there.
Before the guy could finish his sentence, Lu Youye, who had walked up to him, swung a punch that was so fast and heavy it made a sound like thunder hitting his face.
The blond-haired guy hadn’t been prepared at all—it never even crossed his mind that a "girl" could pack such a punch.
This fully-powered hit sent him staggering backwards several meters before collapsing to the ground. Blood spewed uncontrollably from his nose.
"Ah!!" "Oh my God!!" The surrounding crowd was stunned, and some people screamed.
Why would a girl dressed so adorably act so ferociously when hitting someone? Was it because he owed her money?
Jiang Ting and Lu Jingyan were also startled and had no idea what had happened.
The bone-crushing pain on his face rendered the blond-haired guy half senseless. Holding his profusely bleeding nose, he wailed, "Miss, you..."
"Miss my ass! What I’ve got is bigger than you!"
Lu Youye grabbed the blond-haired guy by the collar, yanked him up, and leaned in menacingly to whisper near his ear. As soon as he spoke, the guy’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets in shock.
This—this was a guy?!
One of those legendary cross-dressing dudes?!
The look in Lu Youye’s eyes suggested that he might skin him alive.
"Daring to say crap like that about my sister—I only gave you one punch because I don’t want her to watch me fighting."
"I’ll give you three seconds to scram. If you don’t scram, I’ll make sure you won’t ever be able to use what’s down there again."
Without giving the blond-haired guy any time to react, Lu Youye coldly started counting down.
Maybe it was the intense pressure radiating from Lu Youye’s gaze, the ferocity of his punch, or simply the guilt from what he said about the guy’s sister.
Before the last syllable of "two" could dissipate into the air, the blond-haired guy scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain on his face. Babbling "I’m going, I’m going," he fled hastily, leaving even his friends behind.
He ran away so fast that some pedestrians, who were already holding their phones ready to call the police, were left utterly baffled.
Isn’t the guy who got hit supposed to be the victim?
Why didn’t the person who punched him run away, but instead the victim bolted like a rabbit?
"Si... Sister, are you okay?"
Seeing that the blond-haired guy was gone, Lu Sheng walked up to Lu Youye. Jiang Ting was still shocked and immediately blurted out, "Youye, what happened? Why are you randomly beating people up again?!"
Fighting was practically routine for Lu Youye. Back in middle school, he’d come home with bruises every other day, and every time Jiang Ting reprimanded him, he wouldn’t listen.
So Jiang Ting assumed the blond-haired guy must have just glanced at her son the wrong way and provoked him, leading to this impulsive outburst.
Lu Youye thought he was the only one who had overheard what the blond-haired guy said earlier and didn’t want to explain.
Explaining would mean repeating the offensive remarks that guy had made about Shengsheng.
So he just grit his teeth and said, "He had it coming. If I see him again, I’ll beat him up again!"
"You..." Jiang Ting, annoyed by her son’s rebellious attitude, grew even angrier when he unapologetically defended his actions.
Lu Sheng quickly pulled her aside, saying, "Mom, the subway is here. Let’s get on first."
Once they were on the subway and all seated separately, Lu Sheng leaned over to whisper near Lu Youye’s ear, "...Thanks for standing up for me, Brother."
Lu Youye froze, inhaling sharply as he stared at Lu Sheng. "Shengsheng, you heard it earlier?"
Lu Sheng nodded and said, "I heard it. Men like him really deserve a beating."
Finally finding someone who agreed with him, Lu Youye immediately chimed in, "Exactly! He even dared to stare at you. If Mom and Big Bro hadn’t been here, I would’ve beaten him so badly his mom wouldn’t recognize him."
Lu Sheng chuckled softly and then gently held his brother’s swollen right hand, massaging it lightly for him.
"Sometimes I can ignore people like him, but... not every girl has a brother to protect them like I do."
"What you did today will probably make him think twice before pulling the same crap in public. So I think you did the right thing, Brother."
It was the first time someone had ever told Lu Youye that his fighting was justified.
Ever since he was a child, every time he got into a fight—no matter the reason—both his mom and older brother would lecture him. Over time, he got tired of explaining himself and treated their lectures like background noise.
For some reason, hearing Lu Sheng’s words made him feel touched and even a little teary-eyed.
He wanted to pull her into a hug, but suddenly he felt a shadow looming over him. A bespectacled boy stood right in front of him.
Confused, he looked up to see the boy shyly adjusting his glasses before nervously asking:
"Um... Miss, I saw you fighting at the station earlier, and thought you were really special. Could I have your WeChat?"
This guy thought he was special for fighting and wanted to add him on WeChat?
Lu Youye was dumbfounded—was he actually being hit on by a guy?
Since he couldn’t say anything, Lu Sheng quickly replied, "Sorry, my sister doesn’t like guys who wear glasses, so..."
But before she could finish, a chubby guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, eagerly blurting out, "Well, both my eyes have perfect 20/20 vision. Can I get your contact then?"
The "girl" in front of him widened her eyes in disbelief. The chubby guy gazed at Lu Youye with passionate sincerity.
"Miss, I don’t know your name yet, but you’re absolutely my dream girl! The moment I saw you at the station, I knew it was love at first sight."
"My family owns two villas and seven apartments. If you’re willing to be my girlfriend, I’ll gift you one of the villas. Please consider me."
Lu Sheng had never seen her Fifth Brother with such an utterly flabbergasted, speechless expression before.
It looked as though he had just swallowed a bitter melon but was forced to stay silent, teetering on the brink of losing it.
And it didn’t end there—yet another scholarly-looking guy stepped forward.
This time, Lu Sheng spoke directly: "Don’t tell me you’re here to ask for my sister’s contact information too?"
The two boys nodded quickly, saying, "Yes, but not for the sister you’re talking about."
"Could you help me pass this note to the sister sitting over there?" The boy scratched his head awkwardly while shyly glancing at the intentioned target—her Fourth Brother.
As expected, good-looking people only need to sit quietly to capture someone’s heart.
Lu Sheng suddenly regretted letting her brothers dress in drag. She had no idea how many admirers they’d attract along the way or how many proposals she’d have to fend off.