TBTAMN Chapter 131

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 4) Chapter 131(2)

The loud laughter of several women sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night, and it frightened the little figure so much that it trembled uncontrollably.

He knew that if they really wanted to do something to him, he wouldn’t be able to escape.

Having studied poetry, literature, and etiquette since childhood, he naturally understood that for a man to lose his chastity would be more painful to live than to die.

If they really intended to do something to him, then he would have no choice but to die to preserve his innocence.

His trembling little hands unconsciously touched the hairpin in his hair; perhaps, his life would end here today.

If Father knew he was dead, he would be very sad!

The shadowy figure drew closer and closer to him. Qiao Yun had already gripped the hairpin tightly. If they took just one more step closer, he would be bleeding on the spot.

“Stop!”

A woman dressed in rags ran out of the dilapidated temple, glaring angrily at the women who were about to commit violence.

The night was too dark for Qiao Yun to see the woman’s face clearly, but her voice was like heavenly music, pulling him out of hell.

The women paused, never expecting anyone to show off like this. They had heard about the kind of people living in this dilapidated temple; those stinking beggars couldn’t even fill their stomachs, let alone have the time to play the heroine rescue damsel in distress.

“You stinking beggar, this has nothing to do with you. If you just pretend you didn’t see anything, we sisters won’t make things difficult for you. Get out of here!”

A woman shouted angrily, showing no regard for the extremely thin beggar in front of her.

“Under the clear sky, right beneath the Buddha’s feet, are you really going to molest innocent men here? Aren’t you afraid of retribution?”

Nan Jun knew that the ancients were very superstitious about talking about ghosts and gods, and only hoped that saying this would make them leave quickly.

After all, she was hiding here, and it was not appropriate for her to reveal her identity.

But if Qiao Yun is in trouble, Nan Jun will never sit idly by. She vaguely remembers that in the book, Qiao Yun fell in love with her after Nan Jun, the heroine, saved him.

Nan Jun would not approach Qiao Yun to use him like that person did, but she also had her own purpose. She wanted to get close to him, to win him over, and to be with him forever. This didn’t seem to be a very legitimate reason.

The women exchanged glances, abandoned Qiao Yun who was trembling in the grass, and turned to walk towards Nan Jun.

Little beggar, you have a path to heaven but you choose not to take it, and you have no way to hell but you insist on barging in. Since that’s the case, don’t blame us sisters for being ruthless.”

The woman spat out the grass root she was holding in her mouth, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes.

Several women lunged at Nan Jun with their fists raised, and Qiao Yun, her small body trembling, shouted, “Watch out!”

Nan Jun felt a warmth in her heart; this little person was always so kind.

By dodging the woman’s punch, Nan Jun spun around and delivered a flying kick, sending the three women sprawling to the ground.

The three clutched their chests and cried out in pain, but Nan Jun stood there, her eyes even colder, and pointed to the small path.

“Roll!”

The three of them scrambled away, their drunkenness likely long since dissipated.

“Is the young master alright?”

Nan Jun came up to Qiao Yun, raised her hand but did not pull him up, not wanting to soil his clothes with her own dirty clothes.

Qiao Yun slowly stood up, supporting himself on the ground, and pursed his lips as he looked at the woman in front of him.

Although she was dressed in rags, her heart was pure. Her eyes, shining in the moonlight, were like stars. In that instant, Qiao Yun could no longer look away.

Seeing her agile movements, unlike that of an ordinary beggar, and her kindness, she will surely have a bright future.

“Young master? Young master?”

Nan Jun called out twice in concern, which finally woke the little one from his daze. A blush was visibly spreading across the little one’s face.

“Thank you. Are you alright?”

Qiao Yun thanked Nan Jun shyly, showing no disgust despite her foul odor.

“I’m fine, but what brings you here, young master?”

Qiao Yun suddenly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering beautifully in the moonlight, turning into two small fans!

With his small hands twisting his sleeves, Qiao Yun pouted and said aggrievedly, “After leaving the school, I didn’t wait for the carriage from home to pick me up. It wasn’t until night fell and there was no one at the academy gate that I was suddenly knocked unconscious… I don’t know why they brought me here.”

The carriages from the manor would usually be waiting at the academy gate early in the morning, but today, for some reason, he hadn’t seen the familiar figure.

Nan Jun involuntarily raised her hand to rub his little head, but when she saw that her hand was covered in black ink, she awkwardly withdrew it.

“It’s not safe here. If you don’t mind, young master, you can rest in this temple for the night. I’ll take you home early tomorrow morning.”

Qiao Yun was convinced from the bottom of her heart that the little beggar in front of her was a good person, and had no doubt that she would have any ill intentions. She nodded heavily and followed Nan Jun into the dilapidated temple.

The dilapidated temple was filled with beggars, who were fast asleep, completely unaware that Nan Jun had brought people back. Only a few small fires crackled and popped occasionally.

Nan Jun led Qiao Yun into the innermost room of the dilapidated temple, and surprisingly, there was no one there.

Qiao Yun carefully stepped inside, and Nan Jun quickly tidied up a pile of clean straw, gesturing for Qiao Yun to sit down first.

Qiao Yun didn’t hesitate and sat down directly.

Nan Jun took out a slightly cracked tinderbox from her bosom and lit a pile of half-burnt wood, which finally made the room a little brighter.

Qiao Yun stared at Nan Jun, and as the firelight shone, her pert nose came into Qiao Yun’s view.

Qiao Yun thought that if this little beggar dressed up, she would probably be a very beautiful woman!

Nan Jun pursed her thin lips and kept working, quickly igniting the fire and warming Qiao Yun up.

“Gurgle…gurgle…”

His face flushed red, and Qiao Yun quickly raised his hand to cover his stomach, feeling extremely shy.

How pathetic of me to complain of being hungry at a time like this.

Qiao Yun secretly grumbled to himself, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately.

Looking at the little guy’s shy and annoyed face, Nan Jun couldn’t help but smile. In her previous life, Qiao Yun was burdened with many worries and had never been so carefree as he was now.

A pang of heartache swept through Nan Jun’s chest. She couldn’t bear to see him go hungry, so she stood up and clapped her hands.

“You sit here for a while, I’ll go find you something to eat.”

“Don’t go, I’m scared, I’m not hungry…”

Qiao Yun grabbed Nan Jun’s arm, his big, wet eyes filled with panic. Perhaps those women had really frightened the little guy.

Nan Jun thought that Qiao Yun was probably worried that the situation outside would repeat itself once the beggars woke up!

“Don’t be afraid… no one will come in here, I’ll be back soon.”