TVSFPAG -Chapter 49 You Think You Deserve It?

Upon hearing this, Song Yunfei couldn’t help but hesitate.

This man seemed to have some kind of background. In small places, things were often complicated and chaotic—the smaller the place, the more mixed the power dynamics. Who knew what kind of influence this man had behind him?

If he decided to cause trouble later, they might not have peaceful days ahead.

She was worried that Chu Jinhan might get hurt—and even more worried that this incident might expose his identity prematurely.

In the end, the only one who would suffer would be her.

Song Yunfei didn’t continue arguing with Li Shan. She walked over to Chu Jinhan and said softly, “Chu Jinhan, maybe we should just let it go. Perhaps they really didn’t do it on purpose.”

Her tone clearly carried a hint of retreat.

Chu Jinhan turned his head and saw the concern and concession in her eyes.

But in his eyes, it looked more like a reminder of his own helplessness.

Faced with others’ bullying, he could only make his girlfriend swallow her anger in exchange for keeping the peace.

Chu Jinhan’s fingers tightened slightly. He slowly raised his hand and brushed the man’s hand away.

Keeping the peace, swallowing one’s anger—those words were never in his dictionary.

He took the business card from the man’s hand.

Li Shan and the man both thought he had backed down, and a look of contempt appeared on their faces.

But in the next second, Chu Jinhan glanced at the card casually and tore it in half.

He lifted his gaze and looked straight at the man opposite him. His presence did not lose out in the slightest. “What kind of cheap fish are you, offering me a way out? You think you deserve it?”

As he spoke, he casually tossed the torn pieces aside. The business card fluttered to the ground and was run over by passing vehicles.

Upon hearing this, both the man and Song Yunfei froze.

The man felt as though he had been slapped in the face. He hadn’t expected Chu Jinhan to show him no respect at all.

His earlier arrogance instantly collapsed. Furious and unable to keep up his composure, he snapped, revealing his true nature. “You fucking lowlife piece of trash, you think you deserve face?”

He raised his hand and was about to strike Chu Jinhan.

Chu Jinhan stood motionless, not even blinking. When he heard the words “piece of trash,” his gaze turned even colder.

Just as the man’s slap was about to land, Chu Jinhan reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Immediately after, a scream rang out.

Song Yunfei and Li Shan were both startled.

Chu Jinhan had locked onto the man’s thick wrist, pressing precisely on a pressure point.

Li Shan, standing nearby, screamed in fear, wanting to step forward but not daring to.

“Chu Jinhan, d-don’t do anything reckless!” Song Yunfei tried to pull him away in a panic.

Chu Jinhan said calmly, “This is self-defense. Everyone is watching—it was Mr. Liu who made the first move.”

Indeed, there were many bystanders around. Wherever there was commotion, there was no shortage of onlookers.

Many were already recording videos. These people—and the videos—would serve as evidence.

After speaking, he retaliated in the same manner, delivering a slap across the man’s face.

The damage was minor, but the humiliation was immense.

Liu Maochai was stunned by the blow. He covered his face and suddenly turned back, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Chu Jinhan.

In his entire life in Qingcheng, he had never suffered such humiliation!

Chu Jinhan let go of his hand and said indifferently, “Courtesy demands reciprocity. That slap from Mr. Liu just now—I’m returning it. No need to be polite.”

Liu Maochai’s two-hundred-pound body trembled violently with rage.

He instinctively wanted to strike back, but recalling the overwhelming strength difference earlier, he feared that if he acted again, the other side might simply land another slap on him.

Threats and insults were meaningless now—they would only make him lose even more face here.

He gritted his teeth, glaring at Chu Jinhan with a look that could kill. “You just wait.”

With that, Liu Maochai turned and got back into his car.

He didn’t even bother with Li Shan, directly started the engine, and drove off—fleeing the scene in disgrace.

The onlookers quickly dispersed, afraid that the car might hit them.

Watching the Bentley drive away, Li Shan glanced at Chu Jinhan, didn’t dare to say a word, and slipped away quietly from the crowd.

No joke—this guy even dared to provoke Liu Maochai. Li Shan didn’t want to go and embarrass herself.

Seeing there was no more drama to watch, everyone gradually left, and the congested road returned to normal.

Song Yunfei grabbed Chu Jinhan’s arm and said worriedly, “Chu Jinhan… y-you hit him. He definitely won’t let this go easily.”

Chu Jinhan glanced at her, the coldness on his face fading. He then took her hand instead.

He reassured her, “I know. But some things can’t be backed down from. Even if we endured it today, they would only push further, and in the future there would still be endless trouble.”

“If we’re bound to offend them sooner or later, why tolerate it? By publicly returning the favor today, at least he’ll think twice about what it would cost to come after us again.”

As he spoke, a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his lips. “The barefoot aren’t afraid of those wearing shoes, right?”

“That’s true, but…” Song Yunfei still felt uneasy.

“No need to worry. If he truly had absolute power over Qingcheng, he wouldn’t have wasted so many words with us earlier. That means he still has some concerns and doesn’t dare to escalate things too far.”

Hearing this, Song Yunfei felt a little more at ease.

Still, she remained uneasy, not knowing what Liu Maochai might do next.

At this point, the situation was already set—they had offended him, and there was no point thinking about it further.

Song Yunfei sighed. “Alright. Just be careful. If he causes trouble again, we’ll leave this place.”

They had no ties here anyway; at worst, they could just move elsewhere.

Chu Jinhan remained silent for a few seconds before speaking. “Get on. You’re going to be late.”

“Okay.”

Before starting the vehicle, Chu Jinhan suddenly asked, “What does ‘dǐsī’ mean?”

“Ah?” Song Yunfei froze for a moment before reacting. Was he… offended again?

What surprised her even more was that he didn’t even know what it meant.

Come to think of it, that made sense—he had previously been exposed only to upper-class circles. Where would he have heard such slang?

Unlike people like her, who spent time casually browsing the internet on their phones.

Also, Chu Jinhan had lost his memory, and it didn’t seem like he had ever used such things—he didn’t even have any video apps installed.

“It means… it’s an insult,” Song Yunfei explained, racking her brain. “It’s used to describe men who are short, ugly, fat, and foolish. Don’t take it to heart—it has nothing to do with you. That ‘catfish’ guy is the real ‘dǐsī’!”

Song Yunfei deliberately avoided mentioning “poor,” because that was the one thing Chu Jinhan cared about most—he would secretly get sensitive about it.

Chu Jinhan thought for a moment but didn’t ask further. He twisted the throttle and drove off on the electric bike.

Neither of them spoke again. When they arrived at the entrance of the sales office, Song Yunfei got off the bike with a heavy heart.

Chu Jinhan also headed to the factory, entering the office with a thoughtful expression.

The manager, who was standing at the door, lit up when he saw him. After he clocked in, the manager pulled him straight toward the office while talking.

“Xiao Chu, do you know how to play golf?”

“Golf?”

The manager sighed and lowered his voice, muttering, “Two German clients will be coming to Qingcheng later. Those two guys like playing golf. If we can win them over on the golf course, this deal will be much easier.”

He had asked around the night before, and no one knew how to play. Since Chu Jinhan hadn’t replied, he decided to ask him specifically.

Golf wasn’t something ordinary people played. In fact, aside from him, no one in the office had even seen what a golf course looked like.

The manager didn’t really expect Chu Jinhan to know either, but he still held onto a bit of hope.

At the exhibition before, those two German clients only placed a small symbolic order of around a hundred pieces and didn’t hand over a big contract.

The manager had thought there would be no follow-up and had even prepared to have Chu Jinhan persistently pursue them. Who would have thought those two would actually come to Qingcheng?

Chu Jinhan pondered carefully but couldn’t recall anything.

“Does the manager know how to play?”

The manager scratched his head awkwardly and said, “I’ve only been a few times. I never really got the hang of it—it’s like I’m just messing around. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I go out there like that?”