Chapter 1735 - 780: Impulse (Part 2)

Chapter 1735: Chapter 780: Impulse (Part 2)

Carrying silver taels and some silver notes, Fang Yu returned to the stall.

Fang Yu discovered that Ding Hui was confronting a woman.

"I saw this item first. Do you understand what ’first come, first served’ means?" Ding Hui said coldly, her tone clearly showing anger.

She was picking up a bargain, yet someone wanted to butt in and take it as ready-made?

"Who says you saw it first! Did you pay for it? If you didn’t pay, it’s not yours. Whoever offers the highest price gets the item! And I can pay now, can you? Storekeeper, give the item to me, and I’ll pay you right now!"

The woman’s voice rose, her hands on her hips, looking like a shrew.

The storekeeper didn’t care about this; of course, the highest bidder gets the item.

He immediately handed over the Heart Entangling Dye Vine that Ding Hui previously eyed to the woman.

"Highest bidder gets it! Highest bidder gets it! I’m sorry, young lady, it’s just small business, highest bidder gets it!"

Though he said sorry, his face almost broke into a grin.

As for any potential threats from the buyers, he was just renting the stall, so being in this spot tomorrow was uncertain—why would he be concerned?

After all, this was a flea market, a free market. Rules existed but weren’t set in stone, unlike in formal shops above where once a customer reserved an item, no one could snatch it.

Ultimately, how things were handled was entirely at the discretion of the stall owner.

However, as the owner handed over the item, a large hand suddenly appeared and slapped it, grasping the owner’s hand.

"Storekeeper, this is a bit unkind. We agreed on the price earlier, and while my wife sent me to get the money, how could you switch sides?"

Slightly exerting force, the storekeeper’s face changed instantly.

Martial Artists often need some probing to judge the disparity in strength.

But if it was a simple test of strength and already resulted in complete defeat, it indicated a possibly substantial difference in strength.

No matter how greedy, the storekeeper must care for his life. If faced with a tough expert who truly risks everything for his life, escaping is impossible, and he couldn’t stay holed up in the capital forever.

For such a trivial matter, having a displeasing encounter with such an expert was really unnecessary. After all, he was just a merchant selling goods for money.

And Fang Yu’s next words made the storekeeper feel slightly comfortable, quickly appeasing the little displeasure within his heart.

"However, someone suddenly joining in and raising the price caught me off guard. So how about this—whatever price this young lady bids, we’ll match it. Fix the price at her highest bid, and no matter how she tries to raise it later, the storekeeper must not backtrack. What do you think?"

Throughout, Fang Yu didn’t even glance at the bidder, making the bidding woman furious.

"Where did this wild man come from! Sister, negotiating a price—do men have the right to interrupt?" she said, her voice cold with concealed anger.

But Ding Hui didn’t have the capital ladies’ demeanor: what wild man? That was her man!

"Sister? My husband’s words are law—I’m completely devoted to him."

With that, Ding Hui wrapped her arm around Fang Yu’s, leaning closer, looking affectionate.

This seemed to stun the bidding woman, her face turned somber, muttering a curse under her breath.

"Country lowly woman!"

Whap!!

Almost as soon as her voice fell, she was slapped to the ground.

In shock for a moment, with blood at the mouth, pain spread from her swollen face as she suddenly realized what had happened.

"Who!!"

She raised her head, glaring angrily, instantly recognizing the attacker—none other than the country wild woman’s husband!

Rage surged to her heart, the bidding woman attempted to get up and do something but suddenly felt an asphyxiating sensation.

In that instant, she seemed to sense death!

Death felt incredibly close, seemingly the next moment—should she dare any move of disrespect, she’d be killed instantly! Dead in the streets!

How, how could it be...

Why did that man give me such a terrifying feeling?

At that moment, she envisioned not a man slapping again but one where he smacks her head flying away.

Her body almost instinctively froze, the sharp curse almost squeezing from her throat stuck instead as if fear instinctively began to tremble, making her unable to utter a word.

This sudden commotion attracted onlookers, pointing and discussing.

The storekeeper felt the situation spiraling out of control and hurriedly tried to complete the transaction, getting the item in Fang Yu’s hand as quickly as possible.

Already sensing the opponent was an expert earlier, now witnessing the expert about to cause trouble, he didn’t want to embroil himself in further hassle.

Quickly finishing the trade would prevent possible involvement in problems.

"Husband, calm down. This is not the wilderness."

Ding Hui’s voice directly resonated in Fang Yu’s mind.

Though Ding Hui’s heart felt warm, and her gaze toward Fang Yu softened immensely, present circumstances demanded the bigger picture.

Fang Yu obviously knew this was the capital—they couldn’t act rashly.

Yet sometimes, the body’s reflexes surpass those thoughts weighing pros and cons.

With a warning-like cold snort, Fang Yu led Ding Hui away, followed slowly by Diao Xiaohui’s controlled carriage.

Seeing no real fights erupt, the commotion didn’t escalate, gathering crowds quickly diverted their attention elsewhere.

The bustling selling cries soon drowned out the prior disturbance, as if nothing happened.

Only the bidding woman, seemingly regaining herself, slowly clenched her fist, biting her lip as she got back up.

No mind to brush the dust off her dress hem, intensely glaring at Fang Yu and the others departing.

"No surprise—country wild dogs! Wild men and lowly women, a match made in heaven!"

She cursed quietly, feeling unable to release her inner resentment without vocalizing it.

Her angry glares popped back at curious gazes around her, emanating an aura as if citizens should stay away from her like an angry shrew.

The crowd avoided her like foul odor, bypassing and ignoring her.

"This infuriates me! This infuriates me!"

"I must tell my sisters about today’s dreadful encounter!"

"Why are there more and more rural people coming to the capital! Is this holy soil even theirs to step on!!"

Her entire demeanor flared, ready to explode like a powder keg, and the bidding woman briskly climbed the steps, leaving Hundred Mischief Lane.

She often visited such places privately for relaxation and fun, occasionally buying interesting items and scattering money to lower classes as charitable indulgence accumulating goodwill.

She never expected today to encounter such a mess, leaving her feeling disgusted as though bitten by a wild dog.

"Miss."

"Miss..."

At the exit of Hundred Mischief Lane’s steps upward, a carriage awaited for quite some time.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to accompany the lady for safety; she enjoyed spending time alone, not allowing servants to follow, interfering her mood.

Thus, the servants could only wait here.

Despite Hundred Mischief Lane being slightly chaotic, it remained part of the capital; unless encountering nobility, calling guards would earn even minor favors for the lady.

Moreover, notifying guards meant they could quickly go down and regroup with the lady without much safety concern.

However, rarely had the lady returned with such fiery anger.

Everyone realized someone would be in serious trouble.

"To the Qian Residence!"

Several subordinates exchanged glances, not daring to ask further, promptly hoisting the sedan chair and heading off.

Recently, the Qian Residence’s daughter was kidnapped by bandits and deeply traumatized. As a close friend, their lady frequented several times, having an excellent relationship.

This time, incurring grievances, going to the Qian Residence probably involved more than casual sisterly chat and sorrow sharing.