CHAPTER 372: CHAPTER 372: DELIVERING YOURSELF TO BE TORTURED

"Enough, I don’t want it anymore."

"Oh, alright."

He obediently withdrew his hand, while the shop owner, looking aggrieved, fetched a large bag and stuffed all the dolls inside. Qin Miaomiao held his hand with one hand and a sugar-coated hawthorn stick with the other, exuding the intimidating aura of a mafia boss!

Little Fourth trudged along pitifully with the oversized bag, shooting resentful looks at his boss, who acted as though he hadn’t seen a thing.

His mission was to protect the Young Madam; handling baggage—well, that wasn’t his job!

While shopping at the mall, Qin Miaomiao forcefully picked out more than a dozen outfits in various styles, and Ou Beichen, with his good temperament, tried on each one individually. The way he wore them? It was like he was a male model!

Just look at that physique, that demeanor—it could absolutely crush fangirls ranging from twelve to thirty-two!

She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that Xiao Chen had grown taller again. He seemed to be nearing 1.8 meters tall now, with long legs, an increasingly handsome face that also carried a touch of adorable cluelessness, and the fact that he was so obedient—it was simply like he was her precious baby. Ah ah ah, she was losing it! Her Xiao Chen was just too cute!

"Qin Miaomiao?"

A sharp voice called out from behind her. Qin Miaomiao turned around, and well, it turned out to be someone she knew. A heavily made-up woman was hanging on the arm of a bald, beer-bellied man. The man eyed her up and down with a lecherous expression that made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Godfather, this is my cousin."

That sickly sweet voice was enough to make people break out in goosebumps.

"Your cousin, huh? She’s quite pretty. Hey, beauty, let’s get acquainted—I’m Jin Dazhu."

As he spoke, he extended his thick, fleshy hand, but Qin Miaomiao certainly wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Jin Dazhu’s face darkened in anger—this woman had no idea how to show respect! Daring to ignore him!

Qin Sishui cast a venomous glance at Qin Miaomiao before sneering, "Godfather, she’s the president of Yaoguang Entertainment. Of course, she wouldn’t care to give you face. Cousin, my godfather works in real estate. If you offend him like this, I won’t be able to help you."

Qin Miaomiao smiled faintly.

"Is that so? Well, congratulations to you for finding yourself a strong backer. Since your godfather is so powerful, why not ask him to bail out your father?"

Qin Sishui’s expression shifted, and then her eyes reddened as she feigned grievance and wailed, "Cousin, how could you say that? If it weren’t for you, would my dad have ended up in prison? And now you have the audacity to make cutting remarks like this? Isn’t it too much? I never expected to rely on you; I only want to live a normal life. Is even that too much to ask?"

Oh? Was she putting on a show right in front of her now?

Too bad—this level of dramatics wasn’t even worth Qin Miaomiao’s time to entertain.

She replied indifferently, "Excuse me, I’m really busy. Could I trouble you to step aside?"

Jin Dazhu, seeing her arrogant demeanor, stomped forward and blocked her path, his face menacingly ruthless.

"You damned sl*t! Acting all high and mighty! Sishui is talking to you—how dare you ignore her?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, seemingly about to slap her face viciously!

Qin Sishui, half pretending to be aggrieved and half giddy with anticipation, eagerly watched the scene unfold. Yes, strike her face! Humiliate her and see if she dares to strut around so arrogantly anymore!

But just as his hand was in mid-air, it was grabbed securely by someone. Ou Beichen stood in front of him, a flash of hostility in his eyes.

"What do you think you’re doing to my sister?"

Jin Dazhu felt intense pain from his grasped hand and shouted angrily, "Kid, I advise you to mind your own business and get lost!"

Ou Beichen didn’t waste words and immediately kicked him in the gut—a move so stylish it made onlookers shriek!

Jin Dazhu was sent sprawling hard onto the ground, but that wasn’t the end. Ou Beichen stomped on his chest with such force that it felt like he had been run over by a car. The intense pain made him scream like a slaughtered pig.