Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 861 - 108: Who Doesn’t Have Some Dark History?

Fishing for lawbreakers feels great once, fishing all the time feels even better.

If you’re not a pro-fisher, how would you know the joy of pro-fishing?

Back when Wang Yunxiao hadn’t made a name for himself and was used as bait to draw others out, he used to think the Special Service Bureau was nothing but a heap of crap—shameless as hell.

Now that the fishing rod’s in his hands, he suddenly gets the fun of it.

In the afternoon, Youtiao took Dumpling to the shop for a stroll. They didn’t say much, just casually asked about the prices of all these knickknacks. Dumpling followed behind without saying a word, his face looking awful.

And honestly, it wasn’t entirely an act.

Because he noticed that this time around, Cai Xiaofang’s attitude toward him was clearly not as warm as last time—even a bit evasive, like she didn’t want to deal with him.

Knowing it deep down is one thing; losing face in front of so many bros is another.

Romance, when you get down to it, is all about mutual emotional value.

You like me, I like you, and if the feelings are mutual, it clicks.

But if I like you and you only care about my cash, that’s not romance—that’s grooming an ATM machine.

In Wang Yunxiao’s script, there was supposed to be a third step: Dumpling privately negotiating with Cai Xiaofang to see if they could return some of the unnecessary stuff they’d bought from her earlier.

But Dumpling didn’t want to keep acting; he felt it was too humiliating.

Yang Tianyu couldn’t take it anymore and thumped his chest, promising him, "Dumpling bro, you just go for it! What’s there to fuss about with a woman? The quicker you see her for what she is, the better! If it doesn’t work out, I’ll introduce you to my sister!"

Wang Yunxiao perked up with curiosity, "Your actual sister? How old is she?"

"My cousin, born of the same mom as Yang Dahe. She’ll graduate from elementary school next year, I’ll get her to study in Qinghe!"

She hasn’t even graduated elementary school, and you’re talking nonsense...

Dumpling panicked immediately, "You say stuff like that, and now there’s no way I’m going! Makes it sound like I’ve got designs on your sister or something!"

Matuan slung an arm around Dumpling’s shoulder, speaking earnestly, "You can’t think like that, you’ve got to see it from another angle. Why did the boss haul all of us to help carry their sewing machines back then? Wasn’t it just to build a bridge for us brothers? As for these ladies, we honestly don’t know their worth yet—this is the perfect opportunity to see how they’ll react."

"Aren’t you always complaining that the boss never takes you out, never gives you a chance to shine? Now it’s finally your turn to be the vanguard scout, and you’re chickening out? When brothers are out front taking hits for you, you say nothing, but the moment you need to probe a woman, you start whining..."

"I’d rather take a bullet!"

"Cut the crap. Are you going or not?"

Dumpling was on the verge of tears from being pressured, "Just don’t make fun of me!"

"We’re all brothers who’ve shared the same pit—who’s laughing at who? Don’t forget back when we had to roam the streets, couldn’t afford even a pair of briefs? Remember that time you undercooked rat stew, and we all got diarrhea, crapped ourselves, and had no replacements, so we had to hide naked in the house while Little Gourd gave you medicine..."

"Shut the hell up! Fine, I’ll go, alright?!"

Dumpling was profoundly indignant. His choices now boiled down to either creating new embarrassing stories for himself or having Matuan dig up old ones for him.

Why is life so damn hard?

As they watched Dumpling trudging toward the shop like he was heading to an execution, step by agonizing step, Matuan grinned mischievously, "I’ll bet you two cents: that old hag’s definitely gonna throw a fit in a bit..."

Little Gourd shot him a cold glare, "You think stuff like this is funny?"

Matuan pursed his lips, turned his head away, not daring to meet her gaze.

"You enjoy bringing up past stuff, huh?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"No, no..."

"Remember when you two as kids used slingshots to smash the flower pots at my house, killing the orchids my dad raised? Your dad beat you, and you still weren’t satisfied—you tried to get back at me by throwing little firecrackers into the girls’ toilet..."

"Hey, don’t drag me into this!" Youbing nervously waved his hands, "I didn’t say or do anything!"

"Auntie, I was wrong!" Matuan immediately surrendered.

By this time, Dumpling had already called Cai Xiaofang out of the shop and was speaking to her in a low voice.

Wang Yunxiao cleared his throat; everyone fell silent and began peeking from a distance to see what was happening.

Sure enough, Cai Xiaofang’s face was icy, and she had that "we’re not really that close" look written all over it. No one knew what words she uttered, but Dumpling looked frantic, his hands instinctively reaching out to cover her mouth.

"What did she say?"

"She said, ’Earn it if you’ve got the guts; die if you don’t have the guts.’"

"Damn, that’s harsh!"

"She also said she heard from others that we’re just a bunch of broke kids with no parents..."

No wonder Dumpling tried to cover her mouth.

Those words were like throwing yourself onto a landmine.

"Who did she hear that from?"

Wang Yunxiao turned to look at Youtiao, "Someone out there dare talk about us behind our backs like that?"

Daring to challenge Scar Wang’s wrath, are they?

Youtiao replied softly, "Probably something from the new school district."

Oh... well, that explained it.

People only lose their chill when their own interests take a hit.

On a regular day, who would go out of their way to dig up black history on Wang Daba’s crew and spoil their own mood?

But with the new school being built so well, no matter how low-key Principal Zhou tried to keep it, the reputation grew day by day and became impossible to hide.

When people see some students are getting free meals, lodging, and education, it’s bound to make others unhappy.

"Parents," as a species, can sometimes be truly unhinged.

Just as Dumpling reached out, Cai Xiaofang’s mother suddenly stormed out of the shop, yanking him away and pointing fingers at him as she unleashed a torrent of insults.

The words were beyond nasty—things like "loser raised without proper parenting" were flung at him.

Matuan glanced at the bricks on the wall and whispered to Wang Yunxiao, "Boss, shall we?"

Before Wang Yunxiao could answer, a loud "smack" echoed from nearby.

The trash-talking Zhang woman had taken a brutal slap, staring in shock at the person who hit her.

It wasn’t Dumpling, but the manager, Zhang Huan.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Hitting you is doing you a favor! Keep flapping that mouth and I’ll whack you with a ruler—believe it or not!"

Zhang Huan glared with fiery eyes and turned to Cai Xiaofang, saying, "Take your mom home! Tomorrow, you’ll get your final paycheck; neither of you need to come back here! Our little shop can’t afford to host big Buddhas like you!"

The Zhang woman panicked and started hollering in the middle of the street, "How dare you side with outsiders, not knowing your place? I’m your aunt! Helping you watch over your stall and it still doesn’t make you happy..."

Zhang Huan stormed back into the shop to grab a ruler.

The rulers used in that shop weren’t really rulers—they were heavy, one-meter-long wooden rods weighing four or five kilograms at least.

Seeing that Zhang Huan was serious, the Zhang woman immediately backed down, swearing and grumbling as she walked off, leaving her daughter standing there.

Cai Xiaofang stared at Zhang Huan, teary-eyed, full of grievance, "Sis..."

"You get a little money and forget who you are, acting like you’re some princess? Don’t wanna work? Then get out! If you don’t eat, others will!"

She gave Cai Xiaofang a shove and turned to Dumpling with a grin, "Don’t bother with that little brat. If anything’s wrong, you tell me—I’ll rectify it for you!"