My Youth Begins With Loving You Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Guns & Roses (2)

Hearing Chen Mo ask for twenty more beanbags, the vendor's face paled. Pulling on Chen Mo, he pleaded: "Buddy, stop toying with me. Setting up this stall to do business hasn't been easy on this little brother. Just take the one your wife wants. Don't play anymore, okay?"

The fishing lad immediately replied with an impish tone. "Yo, so in other words, you opened up to do business, yet you don't let people play?"

“Yang Ning!1 Sonny, I'mma…” The little boss seethed in anger, wanting to trounce the meddling lad.

Chen Mo looked at the two men who were about to start fighting and quickly restrained the vendor, saying: "I'm only trying to prove a point. Not hurt your business."

The vendor struggled internally, but ultimately accepted this as his misfortune. Scowling miserably, he handed Chen Mo twenty sandbags.

The entire area was full of people out to enjoy themselves, but seeing a commotion, the crowd gathered to see what was going on. Miao Yuan didn't understand the situation and watched bewildered from the side. The fishing lad walked over and waved in front of her face, his eyes laughing: "Don't go anywhere okay? Let's wait and watch together!"

The wooden blocks were neatly arranged on top the shelf again. Chen Mo visually calculated the distance and with a flick of his wrist, the sandbag soared towards the wooden block, knocking it down. The crowd issued a wave of cheers… but slowly, the cheering became louder and louder. And then weaker and weaker. Until finally, there was no more cheering left…only gasps of amazement.

As bodies pushed forward, Miao Yuan lost sight of Chen Mo's progress and her heart tightened anxiously. While tugging on the fishing lad's sleeve, she tried stretching her neck out to catch a glimpse. Finally, a single echo was heard. The circling crowd sucked in a collective breath of surprise, and then two seconds later, a buzz of chatter broke forth. Miao Yuan immediately became worried. In a moment of urgency, she shoved aside the crowd before her, tumbling out. Chen Mo quickly reached over and scooped her into his arms, cradling Miao Yuan's waist. Before her heart could react to his touch, she raised her head and was stupefied.

Before her, the shape of a heart appeared atop the wooden shelf, punched out by the impact of the sandbags. All this was entirely Chen Mo's doing just now.

“Do you like it?” Chen Mo whispered into her ear.

Blinking rapidly, Miao Yuan could not suppress the hot tears that rolled down her cheeks. She blew her nose and said, "I like it!"

“As long as you like it!” Chen Mo didn't really like being the centre of attention. He briefly nodded his head to the fishing lad in grat.i.tude. And just like before, he pulled Miao Yuan into his arms and escaped, pushing through the crowd.

The vendor was dumbstruck standing to the side. He watched the receding figure of Chen Mo—the guy that brought him bad luck—and then turned to see the ama.s.sed crowd, switching back and forth between the two. Suddenly, with an exuberant smile plastered on his face, he yelled in a loud voice: "Hey buddies, you all have to come play! It's very simple and easy to score! Look at how many that guy had knocked down just now! Ten bucks, ten sandbags! Come have a go! It’s better than buying flowers and your wife's heart will never have been so beautiful inside!"