After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE

Just when Su Qiuge was about to close her eyes, a white light flashed from the end of the alley.

The sound of motorcycle engines dispelled the eerie silence of the alley.

The white light shone on her eyelids, causing her to open her eyes slightly.

When the light came, it fell into her blurry vision, like the moment when night turned to day and the sun rose on the horizon to drive out the night.

Her pupils narrowed.

The teenager in her memory turned around and ran towards her.

In the dark alley, Chen Haoyu only heard footsteps coming from behind him. Before he could react, his collar was pulled from behind with an irresistible force. He was lifted up, and a moment later, he landed with a muffled sound on the other side of the wall.

Xie Xinglin helped Su Qiuge up, and after confirming that nothing happened to her, he placed her in the corner of the alley.

When he slowly turned his head, a cold, knife-sharp light in his eyes.

Chen Haoyu had been scuffling Su Qiuge before, and now he was bodily thrown against the wall. He couldn’t move anymore and coughed violently into his fist.

A punch hit him. He fell directly to the ground and let out a pained groan.

His arms trembled, as if he wanted to get up, but then the man stepped on his ribs with his shoes and mercilessly crushed in a circle. The other’s eyes, devoid of emotion, stared at him balefully.

The boy in the school uniform had a sullen look, looking down at him coldly, as if the other was looking at a dying person.

After staring at him for nearly a second, the boy tugged at the corner of his mouth, and then kicked him against the wall as if he had kicked a piece of mud without showing any sympathy.

Chen Haoyu was beaten by him so that he could not fight back. He only felt that his internal organs were about to be displaced, and his whole body was numb from the pain.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth and looked up at the boy in the school uniform through gritted teeth.

The more he looked at these people living under the sun, the more he felt that he was inferior, which made him mad with jealousy.

He sneered and said to Xie Xinglin, “I know you…”

Xie Xinglin clenched his hand when he heard the other continue, “You and I are not much different. We are both just dirty things that were abandoned and lived in the corner.”

Hearing this, Xie Xinglin clenched his hands even tighter, the veins on his forehead jumped, the look in his eyes was terrifyingly cold, and a bit of murderous intent emerged from his expression.

Just as he was about to lift his arm, a weak force came from behind him and grabbed his sleeve.

Xie Xinglin froze slightly and turned to look at Su Qiuge.

When his eyes met hers, the sullenness and violence in them gradually faded away, just like his rage was a knife that had cut through water.

Su Qiuge insisted and said, “Don’t listen to him. Don’t get your hands dirty, he doesn’t deserve it.”

Such people should be handed over to legal means.

Xie Xinglin stared at Chen Haoyu on the ground for a while and suppressed the rage in his heart little by little.

Su Qiuge couldn’t remember what happened next.

She just remembered that she seemed to have made a phone call, and Han Ming’s nervous voice came from the other end.

Han Ming’s tone was rarely this serious, and he replied, “I will tell my dad.”

It almost vaguely seemed like–

“To never let him out for the rest of his life.”

Then, she couldn’t hold it anymore and fainted directly.

In her subconsciousness, she realized that she had fallen into a warm embrace, and when she leaned back, it was like being immersed in warm water, washing away all the fright and exhaustion she had suffered that day.

Then, she seemed to have a very short dream about something she had never experienced before.

Her self in the dream was like a wandering soul, floating outside the body.

She watched Su Jingkun and Yang Xue arguing.

When they were arguing, they smashed all the valuable things in the house. The little boy on the side went up to console them. The man and woman who were arguing pushed him away, where he fell to the corner, and slammed his forehead on the coffee table. The arguing man and woman did not pay any attention to him at all.

Then, the boy looked blankly at the little girl who was holding a toy and cautiously sticking out her head from behind the door.

The little girl seemed to be frightened. She retracted her head and hid in her room.

She hugged her body and said silently, trembling, “Today is my birthday. I want to make a wish to tell my parents not to quarrel, and I hope my mother will stop scolding my brother.”

But no one could hear her prayers, and the quarrel outside grew louder and louder. Then, Su Jingkun slammed the door and left, while Yang Xue cried bitterly in the living room and smashed things. She screamed loudly, “What I regret most is marrying a poor bastard like you who just wants to use me to climb up the social ladder!”

The boy seemed to have stepped forward to console her, and Yang Xue pointed at the little boy, looked at the boy’s eyebrows that were so similar to his father’s, and said hoarsely, “A piece of trash like you who only makes trouble every day should go live with your trash father!”

More violent sounds came from outside. The girl’s heart shattered like the things her mother was throwing, and the expression on her face changed.

She wanted to go out to help her brother and tell her mother not to scold her brother.

But she was also afraid that her mother would be sad and disappointed with herself.

She had always been cowardly, thinking that as long as she accepted it obediently, as long as she was obedient, then everything would be fine.

But it wasn’t like that. She never knew what to do.