Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family
Chapter 161 - 161: Fight

Chapter 161: Fight

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The tension escalated, indicating that a physical altercation was imminent. It seemed that they were unwilling to replace a peaceful resolution and instead opted for a confrontation.

Wen Nian swiftly pulled Weng Ling towards the safety of the wall, positioning themselves defensively. She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, assessing the man’s stance and contemplating her strategy for the upcoming confrontation.

Wen Nian’s fair face transformed with a determined smile. Swiftly removing her backpack, she discarded it onto the ground, revealing her preparedness for the altercation. Extracting her baton, she took a few brisk steps towards the bald man in close proximity. With a swift motion, she swung the baton, targeting his neck with precise force.

The bald man staggered back, clearly in pain from Wen Nian’s strike. Observing this, the tall and thin man swiftly retrieved a butterfly knife from his waist, his gaze turning fierce and menacing. “Bitch, 1 see why you are not scared of death! You have a weapon!”

The tall and thin man gripped the butterfly knife tightly, drawing it back and expanding his range of attack, preparing to stab at Wen Nian with heightened aggression.

As the air behind her seemed to slice open, Wen Nian swiftly sidestepped, pivoting to face her assailant. With her staff held high as a defensive measure, she closed the distance between them in an instant. Expertly blocking the attack, Wen Nian wasted no time and retaliated by swiftly raising her leg, delivering a powerful kick aimed at the man’s groin.

This kick was not as merciless as the previous time she taught Chen Xiang a lesson, but it held the same level of strength. Despite her busy schedule with filming and learning, Wen Nian always found a way to dedicate time for practice, even if it meant utilizing the half-hour allocated for strength training each day.

Despite her petite frame, Wen Nian’s appearance might have given the impression of slightness, particularly in contrast to her muscular physique. However, her physical stature did not equate to weakness. Furthermore, she was well aware of her opponent’s vulnerability, aiming for the man’s weakest spot with her kick.

The tall and thin man crumbled to the ground, preoccupied with protecting his sensitive area, rendering him incapacitated and unable to pose a further threat. Meanwhile, the bald man regained his composure and retrieved a butterfly knife once again.

Wen Nian’s brows furrowed, and she muttered to herself, “He’s using the same weapon. Are they attempting to form a butterfly knife duo?”

While the bald man spoke, he swiftly wielded the knife, slashing horizontally in an attempt to strike Wen Nian. Reacting swiftly, Wen Nian bent down and stepped back, evading the attack. However, just as the bald man swiftly transitioned to a different grip and prepared to slash again…

Reacting with agility, Wen Nian swiftly gripped her rod and deftly slashed at the man’s upper arm. Without hesitating, she swiftly withdrew, avoiding any potential danger of him targeting her wrist with the knife.

As the man leaned over, slashing horizontally once more, Wen Nian reacted swiftly. She seized his arm firmly while simultaneously using her staff to block his attack. Lowering her waist and swiftly maneuvering, she skillfully positioned herself behind the man. With a burst of strength, she raised the staff and delivered a powerful swing aimed at the back of his neck, putting all her might into the strike.

The man swayed a few times and finally fell to the ground.

Wen Nian looked at the tall and thin man and smiled kindly. “Another round?”

The tall and thin man, witnessing his companion’s unconscious state, quickly shook his head in disbelief. The pain in his groin, which was still being held, intensified.

Wen Nian, being someone who preferred to avoid trouble whenever possible, retrieved her bag and gently guided Weng Ling, who seemed disoriented, out of the alley.

Weng Ling’s mouth slightly agape, her captivating peach blossom eyes widened in admiration as she gazed at Wen Nian. Expressing her gratitude, she raised both thumbs in a gesture of appreciation and silently mouthed her thanks.

Wen Nian’s smile remained nonchalant as she spoke, offering a piece of advice. “It was just a minor issue. In the future, try to avoid secluded places like this. Even if you can shout for help, it might not always be effective.”

Weng Ling nodded in understanding and explained that she had left a friend’s house and inadvertently took a wrong turn.

Weng Ling expressed her desire to treat Wen Nian to a meal as a gesture of gratitude. However, Wen Nian waved her hand in a generous manner, dismissing the notion. “There’s no need to be so formal. Martial artists are always ready to help when they witness injustice.”

As Weng Ling contemplated a response, her phone suddenly rang, diverting her attention. Lowering her head, she read the message and decided not to insist on treating Wen Nian to a meal. Instead, she agreed to let Wen Nian go, but not before exchanging contact information by adding her on WeChat.

After the two of them separated, Wen Nian strolled around for a while before returning to the hotel.

At the side building of the Zhang Family.

After Zhang Lin finished perusing the information in his possession, he raised his gaze to meet Peng Can’s. “One of them is the sole daughter of the prominent Jin family, holding the top position within the branch, while the other is a village girl hailing from a humble background. Based on the current information available, if you were in Shen Jun’s shoes, which one would you choose?”

Peng Can swiftly made his decision, opting for Jin Ting without a moment’s hesitation. “Considering their history as childhood sweethearts and the long-standing friendship between the matriarchs of both families, it seems highly unlikely that Shen Jun would choose the village girl. In marriages within influential families, personal choice often holds little weight.”

Zhang Lin’s gaze shifted to Wen Nian’s information, and a subtle smile emerged on his lips. “That’s precisely why people enjoy playing their own games. True love, at times, lies beyond the confines of a marriage certificate.”

Peng Can shrugged, not attaching much significance to the idea. “Even if it was a smokescreen, it doesn’t matter. Once Shen Jun and Jin Ting are together, and we have Jin Ting under our influence, Shen Jun will have no choice but to comply with our requests in order to maintain the relationship between the two families.”

Zhang Lin’s gaze turned disdainful as he regarded Peng Can. “People think you are my advisor when your suggestions suck.”

Peng Can raised an eyebrow in response. “It can’t be helped. I look smart and you keep pushing the blame to me, making it seem like 1 am the executor,” he retorted. “The praise I receive makes me feel somewhat smug. It almost made me believe that my intelligence had somehow evolved..”