Chapter 120: A Thug Is Not Fearsome, Unless That Thug Is Educated

Yuwen Si had just stopped to catch his breath, panting heavily. The ironclad scene before his eyes threw him into a panic, leaving him completely unprepared. The shrill blaring of the horn, the speeding truck hurtling toward Mai Xijun at a velocity beyond anything Yuwen Si could have imagined.

“Miss Mai!” Yuwen Si shouted toward Mai Xijun’s figure, nearly howling, but at that moment, the sound of the horn drowned out everything, swallowing his voice. Faintly, Mai Xijun seemed to hear a very familiar voice—it sounded like Yuwen Si’s.

Hesitating, Mai Xijun turned her head. That face, that figure rushing toward her—it was Yuwen Si.

Good heavens, his Miss Mai—with such innocent eyes—he wanted to do anything for her, no matter the cost, even if it meant descending to hell.

But it all seemed too late now. Somewhere inside, Yuwen Si felt as if he had been violently torn apart, mercilessly trampled. Miss Mai—his Mai Xijun—he stretched out his hand desperately to grasp her, but he felt the distance between them grow ever wider, farther and farther away...

Screech...

Swish...

Bang...

Crash...

Yuwen Si was tripped by something, falling heavily onto his left chest, the impact shaking every part of his body and soul with unbearable pain, pain so deep it brought tears he could not shed. His heart felt crushed by a thousand-pound weight. The sharp screeching of brakes was so piercing it made him close his eyes, leaving him utterly unprepared.

The entire world fell silent, quiet enough to only hear the pounding of his own heart and his uneven, labored breath. It was as if this was his last chance to breathe in this world, making him cherish every breath with utmost care and caution. He was afraid—afraid that a careless moment would shatter his heart.

He wept. He cried like a woman sobbing softly. Even when his aunt, who had cherished him like her own child since he was thirteen, passed away, he had never cried so heartbreakingly. Yet now, he was openly wailing.

Miss Mai—his Miss Mai...

“Yuwen Si.”

An incredulous voice, filled with surprise and disbelief, yet so familiar as if a hallucination...

Yuwen Si sobbed a few more times, sniffed, and remained prostrate on the ground, looking utterly disheveled. Yet his whole body was immobilized, as if frozen in place. How he wished that moment had never happened...

“What are you doing lying on the ground?” The voice was so beautiful it felt unreal, tinged with a hint of anger, confusion, and reproach: “Are you a flea?”

Mai Xijun stared with her beautiful eyes, still shaken and uneasy, her heart pounding nervously, her delicate brows tightly furrowed. At this moment, she truly wanted to kick Yuwen Si to wake him up.

Yuwen Si’s eyes were blurry with tears; he hardly dared believe that voice was real. He was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety, so afraid that if he rubbed his eyes, everything before him might vanish as a mere illusion.

But no mistake—standing before him was indeed Mai Xijun, the lively and spirited Miss Mai, just as she had been when he first met her. She bore a touch of icy elegance and a hint of disdain toward him. Her expression and gaze conveyed one clear message: in her eyes, he was nothing but a “cultured scoundrel.”

“You’re not dead!” Yuwen Si suddenly raised his arm and tightly grasped Mai Xijun’s hand. It was warm and real; he could feel her temperature, her breath, and her heartbeat.

A surge of joy overwhelmed Yuwen Si. With a swift, perfect frog leap, he scrambled to his feet, cheering like a child who had just regained a beloved toy after great sorrow, openly displaying both his happiness and anguish.

“You’re not alive?” Mai Xijun scoffed. She had nearly been killed, her soul almost departing this world, yet this fool lay on the ground, tearful and childish.

Still, Mai Xijun felt a small flicker of emotion. She had never imagined Yuwen Si would cry for her like this, even if the reason behind his tears was not exactly noble...

“It’s not like that—I clearly saw the truck...” Yuwen Si hurriedly explained, utterly embarrassed to have lost his composure at such a crucial moment. Damn, had he fallen gracefully? Cool or not?

“Well then, you should have rushed to save me instead of lying here crying,” Mai Xijun mocked, amused beyond measure.

She lifted her chin and assessed Yuwen Si anew. She had never realized he was such a loyal and heartfelt man. Well, on account of how worried he was for her, she forgave him. After all, the shrill horn had indeed sent him into despair. Such a massive freight truck—there was no question of mere injury.

Yuwen Si stifled a grunt of resentment. He never cared when others lost their spouses, as it was none of his business. Yet here he was, shedding tears for a woman who was “completely irrelevant” to him and who had always deliberately antagonized him. Ha! The world was going mad...

“Sigh! Let’s go see how they’re handling things over there,” Mai Xijun sighed helplessly. That truck had swerved wildly to avoid hitting her, smashing into the guardrail beside the road and flipping over. Though the driver was unharmed, suffering only minor scratches, she had to take most of the blame.

Yuwen Si wiped the tears still damp on his face, glancing sheepishly at the gathering crowd who had stopped to watch. He felt an urge to hide himself away—it was utterly humiliating.

* * * * *

At the police station.

Yuwen Si sat listlessly, nearly dozing off. He yawned and shifted into a more comfortable position, closing his eyes to rest, hoping it would help him fall asleep.

“Hey, hey!” Two sharp knocks sounded like a teacher tapping a desk with a ruler, jolting Yuwen Si so much he nearly fell off his chair.

“Why the hell are you yelling?” Yuwen Si roared back, his tone even fiercer than the police officer’s before. Damn it, he felt cursed for eight generations, unlucky to be stuck here drinking tea and trying to sleep. In all his years, no one had dared shout at him or brandish a serrated baton for self-defense. This was a profound insult to his dignity.

Of course, he had to blame Mai Xijun for all this—she was an exception, a rare flower indeed.

“Well, well, still so stunned after arriving here,” the officer said, clearly annoyed. Stunned people were dangerous—stunned people could become reckless. This was the police station; they weren’t buying Yuwen Si’s act.

“I said, wait until my lawyer arrives before saying anything. I don’t want to talk now. Please keep quiet. If you keep yelling at me, I will sue you for disturbing the peace, illegal detention, and abuse of power,” Yuwen Si said with great displeasure, trying to appear cooperative while suppressing his frustration. Every word was measured and polite.

At this moment, he needed to think carefully about what had gone wrong—what had driven him to this point.

The officer was known in the precinct for being argumentative. He enjoyed breaking the spirits of difficult, temperamental people. Yuwen Si was proving to be a worthy opponent.

“According to Article XX of the law, this is a major accident. Arresting you is our duty. You’d better explain everything in detail so we can verify if your account matches the facts,” the officer said righteously, hands clasped behind his back, glaring at Yuwen Si’s lazy demeanor with disdain.

“The law states I have the right to remain silent until my lawyer arrives,” Yuwen Si replied, unwilling to waste any more breath. If these so-called “evidence” were about business deals, he’d already have made a fortune. He hadn’t even settled that extravagant account with them yet, while they kept pressing him.

What was there to say? He’d said it all. But they didn’t believe him, concocting wild, illogical scenarios. The truth was, Mai Xijun had rushed to check on Yuwen Si as soon as the accident happened because the truck driver was unharmed. What was there to explain? It was just an unforeseeable accident—everyone was fine. No need for all the fuss.

Yuwen Si nonchalantly rubbed his ear and said, “Please quietly wait for my lawyer.”

He wondered how things were back at Mai Xijun’s place...

Hearing this, the officer fumed, puffing his cheeks and glaring fiercely, pacing back and forth. He was at a loss, unable to find a way to gain the upper hand. He had to swallow his official authority and glare daggers at Yuwen Si.

You reason with him, he plays rogue. You play rogue, he retaliates. You talk politics, he counters with politics. You talk culture, he references culture. You speak of authority, he feigns submission. You argue logic, he mocks logic.

Facing a rogue is one thing; facing an educated rogue is quite another. Apparently, Yuwen Si was a rogue at heart with the soul of a literary youth. Looks like until his lawyer arrived, he was doomed to failure. For the first time, he felt utterly defeated...

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