Chapter 19: Thank You for Giving Me a Great Wife

He wore a blue T-shirt, faded jeans, and a pair of sneakers that cost just a few dozen yuan. Compared to Liu Yifeng in his sharp Brioni suit, it was like heaven and earth.

In the eyes of most onlookers, the strength of the two was as different as their clothes—one in heaven, one on earth. Jiang Xincheng was surely going to lose.

“Jiang Xincheng, you trash finally showed up. I thought you were scared and ran away,” Liu Yifeng loudly mocked when he saw Jiang Xincheng.

Jiang Xincheng smiled and said, “Don’t worry, today I plan to knock your teeth out. Why would I run away? If anyone’s running, it should be you.”

“Big talker. Let’s see how you knock my teeth out.” The disdain on Liu Yifeng’s face was clear. “If I don’t take you down in ten moves, I’ll take your surname Jiang and become your lackey. Ah, if I had known earlier that you were the College of Computer Science’s trash, I would have said three moves. I wonder if you could even handle three.”

Jiang Xincheng gave a cold laugh. “Don’t boast so much.”

Liu Yifeng’s expression changed. “What’s the use of all this talk? Come up and see if I’m boasting.”

“Okay, I want to see how you beat me in ten moves,” Jiang Xincheng said, preparing to step onto the platform.

“Jiang Xincheng, you’re not his match. This has nothing to do with you. Don’t go up.”

At that moment, Lin Anan and others ran over from a distance and stopped Jiang Xincheng.

Seeing the worry on Lin Anan’s face, Jiang Xincheng smiled. “Who says it has nothing to do with me? The Liu Yifeng brothers have already pushed me around; how can it not involve me?”

“This is all because of me. You got dragged into this because of me, so you’re not allowed to go up. If anyone goes, it should be me.” Lin Anan stood in front of Jiang Xincheng, her face full of concern.

The clear worry on Lin Anan’s face warmed Jiang Xincheng’s heart. He reached out and held her shoulders. “But I’m the one who accepted the challenge. Sister Anan, don’t worry. If I weren’t confident, I wouldn’t have accepted this challenge and made such a bold claim.”

Then, Jiang Xincheng looked at his dorm mates who had just gathered around. “Brothers, when have you ever seen me do something I wasn’t sure about? Am I the kind of person who rushes headlong into death?”

Chen Dianming and the others fell silent, unable to say anything to persuade him otherwise.

“But Liu Yifeng is ruthless. He never holds back in fights, not even with his own classmates, let alone with you. If you lose, the consequences could be terrible.” Lin Anan was still very worried.

Jiang Xincheng gently patted her fragrant shoulder. “I knew all that before I posted my acceptance. And I have a plan, so don’t worry. If anyone gets hurt today, it won’t be me.”

Feeling Jiang Xincheng’s strong confidence, Lin Anan couldn’t speak for a moment. Then, under the stunned gazes of the onlookers, she hugged Jiang Xincheng. “You have to win. Please don’t get hurt.”

Her soft body, her light fragrance—this beauty who had saved him like a goddess in his past life was now holding him.

Jiang Xincheng trembled and instinctively hugged her back, his heart pounding fiercely, blood boiling. “Sister Anan, don’t worry. Even if it’s just for you, I won’t get hurt today.”

Lin Anan’s face flushed red. What did Jiang Xincheng mean by that? Did he have feelings for her…?

Behind Lin Anan, Xuanyuan Ningshuang, Yang Ning, and Zhang Feng were equally shocked. They never expected Lin Anan to do such a thing in public. Had she just broken up with Liu Yijun and already fallen for Jiang Xincheng?

“Lin Anan, how dare you say you weren’t two-timing, seeing another man behind my back? The proof is right here. What do you have to say now?”

Below the platform, Liu Yijun saw this and was furious, his bandaged right hand pointing at Lin Anan and Jiang Xincheng.

Liu Yifeng also looked cold. “Lin Anan, Jiang Xincheng, what do you have to say now? Everyone saw the truth. Yijun may have been wrong, but you are even worse.”

Seeing this, Jiang Xincheng let go of Lin Anan and suddenly bowed to Liu Yijun.

“What do you mean by that? Think I’ll forgive you? No way!” Liu Yijun was puzzled.

A hint of mockery crossed Jiang Xincheng’s face. “Can’t you tell? I’m thanking you.”

“Thanking me?” Liu Yijun was still confused.

Jiang Xincheng explained loudly, “If you hadn’t two-timed and broken Anan’s heart, making her run to the river by the school’s south gate in the middle of the night to jump in, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet Anan, comfort her, and win her favor.”

“Then you turned around and accused us, forcing Anan to break up with you completely, which gave me the opportunity to possibly have a girl like Anan. So, don’t you think I should thank you? Thank you for pushing a College Flower like Anan to me.”

As soon as he finished, the crowd burst into laughter. Many students from the College of Computer Science already disliked the Liu brothers, and seeing Jiang Xincheng humiliate them, they immediately cheered.

“Well said! We must thank a scoundrel like Liu Yijun; otherwise, how could we have the goddess? Good job, Jiang Xincheng!”

“Welcome, Lin Anan, as our College of Computer Science’s daughter-in-law! Jiang Xincheng, do your best; don’t miss out on Lin Anan!”

“Be together, be together, be together!”

…

Liu Yijun and Liu Yifeng’s faces turned as black as ink, almost spitting blood from the noise around them.

“Jiang Xincheng, you trash, get up here and face your death! Don’t hide behind a woman!”

On the platform, Liu Yifeng roared, cutting off the laughter and noise.

Looking at the furious Liu Yifeng and Liu Yijun, a mocking smile touched Jiang Xincheng’s lips. He gently patted Lin Anan’s red face. “After this, let’s go eat. Last time I treated you; this time it’s your turn.”

“Okay,” Lin Anan agreed without hesitation. “If you win today, I’ll introduce you to Ningshuang.”

“Uh…” Jiang Xincheng was speechless.

Behind Lin Anan, Xuanyuan Ningshuang blushed and lightly tapped Lin Anan’s head.

Jiang Xincheng strode onto the platform. The surroundings slowly quieted down. Over a thousand pairs of eyes fixed on Jiang Xincheng and Liu Yifeng, waiting for the lopsided fight to begin.

“Ten moves!” Liu Yifeng gestured coldly at Jiang Xincheng, full of contempt.

Jiang Xincheng raised one finger. “One hundred moves.” Then he put it down and raised three fingers. “Three moves.”

“Looking for death!” Liu Yifeng understood: Jiang Xincheng was saying he could let him have a hundred moves, then finish him in three.

Like needle against wheat awn, neither giving way.

“Go die!” Liu Yifeng roared, throwing both fists straight at Jiang Xincheng’s chest and stomach—lethal moves from the start.