The Mafia King's First Love Chapter 390 – [Bonus ] The Mafia King Nervously Tries To Hold Hands

“He-he will never kill a child. Stop accusing him!” She felt breathless and apprehensive.

Wei slightly widened his eyes in surprise and stared at her.

The goon said, “Huh? As if you know him.”

She froze.

“He is the Underworld King. Killing is his job,” he sneered, “Especially innocent people.”

Lihua trembled.

She remembered Jia, and she paled. Jia was also innocent. But somewhere in her heart, she refused to believe that Wei could kill a child. She didn’t like the goon accusing Wei that way.

Wei looked back at the goon and narrowed his eyes. “The Mafia King made you in charge of this area?”

“Pissing your pants now? Too late! You are dead meat-”

Wei ruthlessly crushed his already crushed wrist, and he yelped. Sweat trickled down his forehead.

“You met him personally?”

“Y-Yes!”

A glint passed through Wei’s eyes. “I see.”

He glanced at the conductor. “Tell the driver to stop the bus and throw him out.”

The conductor was dazed for a spell, but he quickly got on to his feet. The bus stopped, and the goon was thrown out at the roadside.

The other passengers came out of their shock.

“Thank you so much,” the ladies especially thanked him. “He was a nuisance.”

“I cannot believe that you weren’t afraid at all.”

“He had a knife, but you displaced it so easily.”

Wei only slightly nodded at them. He quickly looked at Lihua and asked her to sit. She finally got her seat, but she was still shaken up after hearing Wei’s name.

Wei panicked. “Are you not feeling well?” He quickly took out a bottle and offered her water. “Drink some water.”

Lihua took a few sips and felt better. “Thanks.”

He nodded. He stood at her side like a pillar, refusing to budge. The other women squealed and giggled. “Such a protective boyfriend.”

Lihua heard the whispers and coughed. She raised her head and met his gaze that seemed extremely aggressive and threatening just a few moments ago.

“You…you didn’t have to take the risk for me. He had a knife. You could have gotten hurt or even died! We don’t even know each other that well…”

“Then let’s start to get to know each other,” Wei said.

She blinked her eyelids.

“I would like to be your friend,” Wei nervously said.

Jiang Lanying said that the first step was friendship to get closer to her. He had to make that place as quickly as possible.

“Can we?”

Lihua felt spellbound for a moment. “Yes…” she almost said in a stupor. She snapped out and smiled. “You didn’t have to ask. Aren’t we friends already? We attended classes together, had lunch together, and now are heading home together too. That pretty much counts as being friends.”

The light shone in his eyes, and imaginary flowers bloomed around him. The rest of the ride went pretty smooth except for Wei dropping a message to Fu Renshu.

‘There is a man with a broken wrist on XX street. Bring him to base.’

He got an instant reply.

‘Yes, Boss.’

—

They stepped out of the bus and walked together. Lihua asked, “Where is your home?”

He paused. He wanted to accompany her to her apartment complex.

“Lao Tai.”

“Oh it’s a little further from my apartment complex.”

He nodded.

They slowly walked, keeping a small distance between them. Lihua said after a few moments, “Thank you for helping me.”

“Help with what?”

“The goon, of course.”

“Oh.”

Wei considered it as his responsibility. “Don’t mention it. I will always be there with you. Especially when you need help.”

Lihua stared at him. “You…”

“Hm?”

Why do you always remind me of Wei?

She felt the corner of her eyes tear up, but she looked away. “Nothing.”

Wei glanced down and looked at their hands separated by a distance.

I want to hold her hand…

His index finger sneakily tried to approach her. Slowly, steadily, nervously…

It barely made contact, making her ask, “Hm?” She looked at him questioningly.

Wei coughed and quickly pulled it back. He didn’t dare to admit that he wanted to hold her hand. “I-I thought I just saw a mosquito hovering around…”

“Oh,” she chuckled.

They stopped in front of her apartment complex. She turned and smiled. “See you tomorrow.”

Wei felt his heart ache. He didn’t want to part with Lihua. He had really hoped that the road to her apartment never ended, and they just walked like that…together.

She turned and then heard his voice. “Do you really think he is cute?”

Lihua faced him again and asked, “Who?”

Wei pursed his lips. “The boy in the canteen who Meng Ya pointed at.”

He finally asked the question that was traumatizing him for a long time.

She frowned and thought back. “Did I say that he was cute?”

“You admitted it when she asked,” his voice was downcast as he lowered his gaze.

She scratched her chin. “I think I just went with the flow.”

Wei’s ears perked up. “So you don’t find him cute?”

Lihua paused. She looked at him. “There is only one man who I think is cute and Godly handsome. Nobody can match him.”

Wei stared at her in a stupor. His heart thumped loudly in his chest because he knew she was talking about him. She was the only one who called him Godly handsome.

“Wh-who is he?” His heart drummed hard.

Her eyelashes trembled. She let out a sad smile. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

He froze. Lihua left as he stared at her back until it faded away.

—

The same goon with the broken wrist lifted his head and saw a figure approaching him with cold and heavy steps.

“Why did you bring me here!?” He was still in pain over his dangling wrist.

The man stepped into the light, and the goon was stunned to see the young student who broke his wrist and threw him out of the bus.

“Y-You…why are you here?”

Fu Renshu smiled. “Didn’t you claim that you know the Mafia King?”

“O-of course I do!”

“You personally met him?”

“Yes!”

“Then you will surely recognize him.”

Wei took out his mask, and the real Mafia King’s face came into view.