"Mom, are you sure you can eat all this food?"
As soon as Du Fei got home, he saw the kitchen filled with various fruits, vegetables, and meat, a huge pile of things.
Wu Chunmei, who was busy picking vegetables, glared at Du Fei upon hearing this, "What are you saying, dear? Miss Liu is coming for dinner tonight, so we definitely need to prepare more."
"Exactly. Although we don't know what Shishi-jie likes to eat, with so many dishes, there's bound to be something she enjoys. Mom, I'll help you pick vegetables too."
Du Yunyun followed behind Du Fei and chimed in.
The little girl washed her hands and joined the vegetable-picking crew.
As for Du Fei, he originally wanted to help, but his mother promptly kicked him out, telling him to go buy some drinks.
With his mother's command, Du Fei had no choice but to obey.
He slowly walked out of the community and pulled out his phone to call Liu Shishi.
"Hello."
As soon as the call connected, Liu Shishi's gentle voice came through.
"It's me..."
Next, Du Fei, in a joking tone, told her about being sent out by his mother to buy things.
"What do you like to drink? My mom said if you're not satisfied tonight, I'm in for it."
"Hahaha," Liu Shishi let out a bell-like laugh on the other end of the line. "Is that so? Then you'd better be careful. What if this young lady gets unhappy, and you're in trouble?"
"Yes, yes, your humble servant obeys."
Du Fei was very cooperative.
As they chatted, the conversation veered off track.
Finally, it was Liu Shishi's secretary who came to find her to sign documents. She then said, "I don't usually drink many beverages. How about this, you buy a bottle of juice. I have some things to deal with here, and I'll be over after I'm done."
"Okay."
As soon as Du Fei hung up the phone, he heard a shout from not far ahead.
"Robbery!"
"Help, someone's robbing!"
A man on a motorcycle was desperately pulling at the bag of a middle-aged woman by the roadside.
After several attempts to snatch it, the man on the motorcycle dismounted and kicked out.
The woman was no match for the man and soon fell to the ground, her bag snatched away.
Vroom, vroom, vroom.
The man got back on his motorcycle, twisted the throttle forcefully, and intended to escape.
However, just as the motorcycle started, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. The motorcycle immediately slipped from his grasp, and he, along with the bike, was thrown off, tumbling twice.
"Are you alright?"
Du Fei helped the fallen middle-aged woman up.
The middle-aged woman clutched her abdomen, managing a weak smile, "Young man, thank you."
Seeing that she was not seriously injured, Du Fei decided to retrieve her bag.
To his surprise, before Du Fei could reach the bag, the robber who had fallen with the motorcycle stood up first.
After standing up, the man shook his head, then removed his helmet and tossed it aside.
"Damn it! You like to meddle, huh? I'll stab you to death!"
The man casually pulled a dagger from his lower back. The cold glint of the blade was terrifying.
As soon as the man pulled out the dagger, the few people who had been watching from the sidelines scattered far away.
"Young man, run quickly!"
The middle-aged woman, whom Du Fei had helped up, changed her expression and shouted at Du Fei.
The man waved his dagger at her, "Shout! If you shout again, I'll stab you too!"
The middle-aged woman was just an ordinary person, and she had never seen such a scene before. She was so terrified that she dared not make a sound.
Then, the man, holding the dagger, walked towards Du Fei.
For some reason, whether he was scared stiff or not, Du Fei stood rooted to the spot.
"Hurry up and call the police, this is going to be bad."
"You call if you want to, I don't want to get stabbed."
"This young man is the best example. Doing a good deed, but ending up in trouble himself. Alas."
The onlookers standing at a distance began to murmur as they saw Du Fei standing motionless.
"Last chance, kneel down and kowtow three times, and I'll let you go."
The man walked up to Du Fei, waving the dagger in front of him.
Seeing the dagger only a few centimeters from Du Fei's face, the people around them covered their mouths in fear, not daring to make a sound.
"The dagger in your hand makes you feel powerful, doesn't it? I won't even kneel and kowtow. Go ahead and do it if you dare."
Du Fei glanced at him and said indifferently.
The man thought he had misheard. Du Fei was actually telling him to attack?
But when he saw the contemptuous look in Du Fei's eyes, he couldn't hold back any longer. He gritted his teeth and lunged at Du Fei.
This guy wasn't stupid; he chose the stomach, a spot that wouldn't kill but would cause significant bleeding and look terrifying.
However, the next second, the man suddenly felt his hand go empty. When he looked closely, he realized that the dagger that had been in his hand was now in Du Fei's.
"Is that all you've got?"
Du Fei tossed the dagger up and caught it, looking at the man dismissively.
At this point, the man vaguely sensed something was wrong. He seemed to have encountered a master.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best!
The man turned and ran.
Seeing the man flee, Du Fei was not in a hurry. He glanced down, and finding a stone nearby, kicked it.
The stone, as if guided, struck the man's calf.
His legs buckled, and he fell face-first onto the ground.
"I wasn't finished speaking, who told you to run?"
Du Fei walked up to him and plunged the dagger into the ground in front of him.
Seeing the dagger, which Du Fei had only used a little force on but was now mostly buried in the ground with only the handle showing, the man was terrified to the point of wetting himself.
"What the hell, who is Du Fei? This is too scary."
"Brother, I was wrong, I won't run again, boohoo, I really know I was wrong."
The man scrambled up and knelt before Du Fei, his head hitting the ground like a pestle.
Du Fei ignored the guy and went to pick up the middle-aged woman's bag, handing it back to her.
"Thank you, thank you, young man, thank you so much. If it weren't for you today, I really don't know what I would have done."
The middle-aged woman hugged her bag and repeatedly thanked Du Fei.
Du Fei waved his hand, indicating it was nothing.
He had intervened not to show off or seek glory.
He simply felt that everyone encounters difficulties and troubles at some point. If everyone chose to stand by and watch, then over time, people's hearts would become cold.
Besides, when his father died and he was framed and imprisoned, his mother and sister must have been as grief-stricken and helpless as this middle-aged woman.
If someone had reached out to help them, how wonderful would that have been?
It was just that his mother and sister were not as lucky as this middle-aged woman, who had encountered him.
Watching the man being taken away by the police, Du Fei also turned and left.