Chapter 538: When I Meet a Bratty Kid, I Just Slap Back

Chapter 538: When I Meet a Brat, I Slap Him Backhand

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong at Me, Jiang Muye

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Leng Ruoli nodded and followed Jiang Muye around the street like a little bird.

Then she spotted the candied hawthorns and whined coquettishly, "I want to eat candied hawthorns."

"Alright, I'll buy you some."

So Jiang Muye went off to buy the candied hawthorns.

Leng Ruoli sat down on a chair nearby to wait.

The two of them were separated by just a single path, and watching Jiang Muye's eager appearance, Leng Ruoli couldn't help but pull out her phone and snap away.

Just as she was feeling utterly content, a "squelch squelch" sound rang out, and she was splashed by some kind of water.

"Ah!" Leng Ruoli instinctively raised her arm to shield her face.

She realized there was a little boy in front of her holding a water gun, probably five or six years old, exceptionally mischievous and troublesome—clearly a brat.

He kept firing the water gun at Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's brow furrowed in displeasure, and she reminded him, "Little friend, you can't just shoot your big sister like that."

However, the little boy laughed indifferently, "Hahahaha, drowned rat!"

He even made all sorts of faces, with not even a trace of intent to hold back.

The water gun kept spraying at Leng Ruoli, and there was just no way she could stay calm.

She instinctively stood up, trying her best to dodge the water, but it was useless.

Just as she was caught in a dilemma, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Little brat, what do you think you're doing!"

An annoyed voice rang out, and Leng Ruoli's eyes lit up.

She saw the handsome, imposing Jiang Muye appear before her, blocking the brat's stream of water.

He directly grabbed the water gun from the brat's hands, and the brat's face strained with effort, clearly unhappy that Jiang Muye had grabbed his water gun.

"Give it back!" the brat shouted angrily.

But Jiang Muye had not a fraction of intent to go easy. He swiftly snatched the water gun away, and under the brat's dumbfounded gaze, he went biubiu, spraying at the brat.

"Ah!" Now it was the brat's turn to cover his head.

He immediately burst into loud wailing, "Waaah, Mommy—"

Jiang Muye didn't have a scrap of soft-heartedness.

Crying is useful? Just because you're small, you think you can do whatever you want? Bullying my girlfriend is asking for death. A kid crying in front of me is useless!

Jiang Muye sprayed even more vigorously.

The kid's hair and clothes were all soaking wet. He dodged Jiang Muye, and Jiang Muye just kept spraying.

Eventually the kid's crying grew even louder, and all he could do was cry for his mommy.

Just as Jiang Muye was enjoying himself even more, a shrill female voice rang out, "Haohao, why are you crying!"

Then a woman in her thirties came running over.

She shielded the brat, and seeing him crying nonstop, her heart ached terribly.

She wiped the brat's wet hair and the water on his face with her hand, then turned ferociously on Jiang Muye. "What do you think you're doing, bullying my son!"

The woman's voice was especially loud, drawing a large crowd of onlookers.

Some even recognized Jiang Muye's identity.

"Isn't this Jiang Muye, the heir of the Chen Clan!"

"I heard before that he was at this amusement park of ours, I never imagined I'd run into him, but what on earth happened?"

"I don't know either!"

The woman was somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected this handsome young man in front of her to actually be the big shot who had dominated the entire internet before.

No wonder she'd found him a bit familiar just now—so it was him in person!

"You big grown man, how can you bully a six-year-old kid! I saw you bullying my child the moment I got here. What did the little kid do wrong that you, an adult, have to nitpick over!"

The woman's words immediately made some of the saintly types sympathize.

"The kid is crying so hard. Jiang Muye is a big shot now, he should be mature—why bully a little kid?"

"Yeah, an adult bullying a child, how shameful. As a mother, I can't stand seeing something like this!"

Seeing others starting to side with the woman and criticize Jiang Muye, the woman grew smug.

"Yeah, hurry up and apologize, otherwise if this gets out, you'll lose face too!"

The woman's aggressive manner drew a disdainful laugh from Jiang Muye.

"What's the matter, when a kid does something wrong, adults just have to endure it?"

Jiang Muye looked at the brat who was crying nonstop, without a fraction of soft-heartedness. Instead, just as the brat was getting smug, relying on his mother's protection, he smashed the water gun onto the ground right in front of the brat.

The brat was stunned.

He realized that his most treasured water gun was being stomped hard by Jiang Muye's shoe.

"Ah, Mommy—" Now the brat was truly heartbroken.

That was his favorite water gun.

Wuwuwu, it had really been stomped to pieces!

Seeing the child cry so bitterly, the mother naturally felt as if her heart were being cut.

The woman's fury rose. "Are you done or not, still stomping on our precious baby's water gun—you're going way too far! I'm going to find reporters to expose this. With a man of such terrible public spirit around, just wait for your company to go bankrupt!"

Leng Ruoli looked at the woman's scolding face and retorted indignantly, "Find whatever reporters you want. The only result will be that you're the ones who lose out. The fault is clearly yours, so why should we be the ones to yield? It was your son who came to bully us!"

"That's right!" Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli's already wet hair, and his anger shot straight up.

"You didn't educate your son properly, so what's wrong with me teaching him a lesson! Your son just casually sprays passersby with a water gun," Jiang Muye's gaze turned to the passersby nearby, "This time it was my girlfriend who suffered, so who's next? If anything, it might be you."

The sarcasm in Jiang Muye's words was obvious.

Everyone's eyes widened in sudden understanding—so it was the brat who had started this.

Wasn't that the villain filing a complaint first? Now it was Jiang Muye's girlfriend who had suffered, and now Jiang Muye could come and uphold justice. But what if someone else ran into this? Were they supposed to be morally blackmailed, break their teeth and swallow their grievances?

"This is really too much! Not educating your own son, and then blaming others!"

"I hate brats the most. I think Jiang Muye did nothing wrong!"

"Before, a brat scratched up my car—a brand new one, too—and the brat's mother just let it go, even moralizing, refusing to pay compensation!"

More and more people began to side with Jiang Muye, condemning the brat and his mother.

This made the woman's expression turn ugly in the extreme.

She too had never imagined things would turn out like this.

And Jiang Muye clearly had the winning hand, a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"I remember the amusement park has security regulations—if someone maliciously attacks a person, there's a hefty compensation, and they go on the amusement park's blacklist, right."

"Of course, and since you didn't discipline your child properly, you can accept the punishment on his behalf—write a written self-criticism and pay the fine."