Qing Yi was well aware that the drunkard couldn’t possibly cause trouble. Not only did he not cause trouble, but even if you bothered him, he was too lazy to retort.
But Qing Yi never expected that this time, even though someone had cut the drunkard’s head and made it bleed, he still didn’t fight back.
You can’t say it was because there were too many opponents and resistance was futile. The drunkard was skilled in martial arts, not weak at all, and he never really got drunk at the bar, so those people were no match for him.
He just preferred to take the beating rather than deal with those people.
Originally, he thought those people were just a few hooligans planning to extort some money from the drunkard, and he was ready to just give them some money and be done with it.
But as soon as he entered the bar, he saw the drunkard being pinned down by seven or eight hooligans. Qing Yi’s eyes turned red with anger, and without a word, he sent those people to the hospital.
When he helped the drunkard up, he could actually still manage a smile.
Seeing the blood on his forehead, Qing Yi’s anger flared even more. He was about to scold him, but when he saw the tears shimmering in his eyes, Qing Yi was completely dumbstruck.
Yet he still smiled and said, "Did you come to drink too?"
Propping the drunkard up, they arrived in front of his residence, where Qing Yi took out the key to his place from his own pocket.
"Eh, how do you have the key to my place?" the drunkard asked with a smile, pointing at the key in his hand.
"..." Still fuming, Qing Yi didn’t respond.
He opened the door, turned on the light, and then helped him to the couch.
The drunkard directly lay down on the couch and even found a comfortable position.
Qing Yi turned around and fetched the drunkard’s first aid kit to start cleaning the wound on his forehead.
The drunkard, who was almost asleep with his eyes closed, was jolted more alert by the pain.
"Be gentle, it hurts."
He complained about Qing Yi’s clumsiness.
"Serves you right!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel fire.net
Although he said that, Qing Yi’s motions in cleaning the wound became much gentler.
Hearing Qing Yi say "Serves you right," the drunkard chuckled, opened one eye, and looked at him, "They didn’t hit you, why are you so mad?"
The drunkard reached his hand toward his face.
Qing Yi slapped his hand away, his anger rising further, "You ask me why I am mad?"
The drunkard said cheerfully, "Okay, it’s not as serious as you say. I just haven’t exercised in a while. Consider it a workout."
"A workout? It’s them using you for a workout."
"Same difference my foot!" Qing Yi really wanted to jab the alcohol-soaked cotton swab into his wound.
But he just thought about it and still had to properly clean his wound.
"Fine, don’t be mad. It was just an accident tonight. I promise you, if anyone bullies me in the future, I’ll fight back and won’t let you come to the rescue."
"Come to the rescue? You think I’m mad because you bothered me to make this trip?"
"I know, I know, you don’t mind the hassle, it’s just that you can’t stand to see me getting beaten," the drunkard said, yawning and then closing his eyes again.
Hearing the drunkard’s words, Qing Yi’s bottled-up frustration eased somewhat.
"Those people were just trying to extort money from you. If you didn’t want to fight them, why didn’t you just pay? The card I gave you has millions on it, a few thousand or tens of thousands wouldn’t prevent you from drinking."
"That’s money you earned, why should I give it to them?" the drunkard said softly.
"Wait a second..." the drunkard suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qing Yi, "How much did you say was on that card?"
"Why would I bother with that?" the drunkard said, exasperated.
Qing Yi was really done with him.
"About seven million."
"What? Seven million?" the drunkard’s eyes widened.