Chapter 33: I Will Take Care of You

Observing the fearful expressions and panicked eyes of those scum, David immediately saw the crux of the issue.

"Sean, I think you could call the police, or I could do it for you."

The faces of those scoundrels changed drastically, each filled with terror. They knew all too well that if this mainlander actually called the police, they would be in deep trouble. Once at the station, a simple drug test would ensure that none of them could escape; they would all be detained. If the police were to search their bodies and their cars for those illicit substances, they could just wash their backsides and wait for prison. Beyond jail time, they would most likely be expelled from USC. Such an outcome was one none of them could afford.

Following David’s remark, a look of disdain appeared on Sean’s face, while the two campus security officers standing nearby suddenly turned grave. As law enforcement, they understood the subtext of David’s words perfectly. When Sean turned to look at the two officers, the so-called "Young Master Feng" panicked.

"Hey man, we’re all Chinese, there’s no need to be this ruthless, right?" the guy stammered in broken Chinese. "Leave a path for others to walk so we can meet again in the future." Although his tone remained stiff, there was a hint of pleading in his words. As for his sycophantic friends, they were all terrified, staring intently at Sean with desperate, begging eyes.

"You reap what you sow! You brought this on yourselves," Sean sneered contemptuously. "You were the ones who went too far; we are simply responding reasonably. As for meeting again in the future, I think it’s better if we never see each other again."

Hearing this, Young Master Feng was seething with rage, yet felt utterly helpless. Circumstances dictated the terms. If he didn’t want to go to prison, he had no choice but to bow his head. Surprisingly, he was capable of bending when necessary, and his attitude shifted instantly.

"Fine! We were in the wrong for pressuring Fang Yufei like that. I apologize. Forget about the compensation; let’s just go our separate ways."

Seeing this, Fang Yufei was stunned. Just a moment ago, he had been aggressive and overbearing; how did his attitude do a complete one-hundred-eighty-degree turn in just a few words? He wasn't even asking for compensation and was actually apologizing—what on earth had happened? She turned to look at Sean, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

Sean, however, remained relentless. He pointed to the damaged road bike on the ground. "An apology alone doesn't seem to cut it. Who is responsible for this smashed bike? Don't you think you should offer an explanation?"

"Ah!" Young Master Feng exclaimed. Then, gritting his teeth, he nodded. "Fine, I’ll take responsibility for the bike. I’ll pay for it. Name your price. If I pay for this bike, is this matter over?"

***

Before Sean could speak, Fang Yufei, having come to her senses, cut in: "Forget it. I’d feel like my hands were dirty taking your money! Just throw this piece of junk away."

Hearing this, Young Master Feng’s face darkened, a flash of resentment and humiliation crossing his eyes. Seeing his reaction, Sean prepared to speak, but Fang Yufei gently tugged his arm and whispered, "Let it go, Sean. They’re just a bunch of spoiled brats and scum; I don’t even want to deal with them."

"Fine! Since you don't want to bother with these scumbags, I have nothing more to say. Otherwise, I would have made sure they learned a hard lesson!" Sean replied with a slight nod.

Seeing the situation resolved, Young Master Feng wanted to leave immediately, not wanting to stay for even a second longer. Just as he pulled open his car door to get in, Sean said coldly, "A reminder: I’ve recorded everything that happened on a high-definition camera and audio recorder. It would be best if you stayed far away from Yufei in the future and stopped harassing her. Otherwise, my lawyer will have a serious talk with you, and I will also report some details to the police."

Young Master Feng froze, his face turning ghastly pale, as if he’d just lost his own father. He suppressed his rage and looked back. Sean pointed to the high-definition camera pinned to his chest, the implication clear. Upon seeing the camera, the guy’s expression soured even further. A moment later, he gritted his teeth and gave a slight nod. "Fine. We will stay far away from Fang Yufei from now on. Satisfied?"

With that, he climbed into his car. The two campus security officers, who had initially wanted to step in and investigate, stopped in their tracks, seemingly reconsidering. Moments later, the group of scoundrels roared away in their sports cars, speeding out of USC as if fleeing for their lives.

As they left, Sean gave them a single, defiant middle finger, full of disdain. When he pulled his hand back, David walked over and whispered, "Sean, why did you let those guys go? They definitely have something to hide—likely drugs—which is why they were so guilty."

Only then did it dawn on Fang Yufei. Sean, however, appeared relaxed and shook his head with a smile. "The person involved is this girl, Fang Yufei. She’s an exchange student here at USC, and those guys are students here too. They’re just a bunch of losers and scum. Yufei didn't want to deal with them or get entangled any further."

"I see. That’s a fair way to handle it. It’s best to keep your distance from drug-addled trash like that," David agreed, then shifted the conversation. "I noticed those guys were also Chinese, communicating with you in Chinese. If you’re all from the same place, why would they treat Miss Fang like this?"

Sean sighed helplessly. "Even though we look the same and speak the same language, our hearts are completely different. There are things you don’t understand; the situation is quite complex."

***

After chatting for a few more minutes, David said his goodbyes and headed back to his law firm. The moment he left, Fang Yufei looked Sean up and down as if he were an alien.

"Not bad, Sean! Half a year without seeing you, and you’ve already got a private lawyer! I heard some guys saying on social media a couple of days ago that you’d struck it rich and are now worth tens of millions of dollars. I didn't believe it at first, but looking at what happened today, it must be true!" She pressed, "Tell me, how did you get rich? Is it like the legends say—did you make your fortune by picking up treasures?"

Sean nodded slightly, a hint of pride in his eyes. "That’s right, buddy really did strike it big. I made a killing, but most of the money has already been sent to my parents. I barely got to experience a day of financial freedom before returning to a 'modest' life—still have to keep grinding. I’ll tell you more about it later. First, let’s get that wound cleaned up before it gets infected."

As he spoke, he pointed to the scrape on Fang Yufei’s arm. Only then did she seem to feel the pain. She looked at the graze on her arm and winced. Suddenly, she remembered something else.

"Oh no! My interview today is ruined. This was an opportunity I fought so hard to get!" She frantically pulled out her phone to call the company and explain the situation. The result was predictable; they weren't going to wait around for her.

"It’s over. The interview is finished, and they’ve already made their choice. I don’t even have a sliver of a chance now," Fang Yufei said, devastated. "I haven't found a part-time job in over two months. If I don't find work soon, I won't be able to afford food next month and will get kicked out of my apartment."

Just then, Sean chimed in, "With me around, I won't let you starve. Come work for me, I'll take care of you!"

Hearing this, Fang Yufei’s face flushed red. She punched Sean on the arm in frustration. "I have hands and feet, and my brain works just fine—why would I need you to support me? Do all you guys turn into that type once you get a little money? Always thinking about keeping a mistress?"

Seeing things going south, Sean quickly changed the subject. "Heaven is my witness, I was just joking! Besides, I really do need someone to help me. And look, we’ve been childhood friends for so long, we know each other too well. Even if I were looking to keep a mistress, it wouldn't be you—I just couldn't bring myself to do it!"

Hearing this, Fang Yufei laughed. "That’s for sure! I still remember you wetting the bed in elementary school!"

Before she could finish, Sean’s face turned black. "Fang Yufei, I think it’s best we don't contact each other anymore!"

"Hahaha!" Fang Yufei laughed triumphantly.