Yan Xinmeng felt incredibly touched; someone she didn’t even know was treating her so kindly. She took a small bite of the bun from the table and then thought, could he have ulterior motives? Impossible, with a large plaster on her face, even Niu Qi said no one would like her, so why was he being so nice? The only explanation was that he was a good person.
“You are really a good person,” Yan Xinmeng said sincerely, almost in tears.
“Oh, how do you know I’m a good person? Is ‘good person’ written on my face?” Shang Bieye feigned confusion.
“It’s not written on your face, but when I said I was thirsty on the road, you kindly gave me your water to drink, and when I asked you to take me to the Black and White Gate, you agreed without hesitation. Who would believe you’re not a good person?” Yan Xinmeng said earnestly.
“Is that so? Giving you water makes me a good person. What if I poisoned it?” Shang Bieye teased her, noticing her eyes widen in alarm.
“No way? Did I misjudge you?” Yan Xinmeng quickly checked herself for any signs of poisoning.
“You can’t feel poison,” Shang Bieye said with a laugh.
“But I’m not showing any symptoms!” Yan Xinmeng turned pale, unable to believe she might be poisoned.
“Oh, how do you know poison takes effect immediately?” Shang Bieye mocked.
Right, poison doesn’t always act instantly. Yan Xinmeng was speechless. He continued, “Okay, even if I didn’t poison you, haven’t you thought why I agreed to let you travel with us out of the blue? Aren’t you afraid I might sell you?”
“Ah!” Yan Xinmeng dropped her bun in shock.
“And you said you had money. We could take all your money and then sell you. Wouldn’t that be better?” Shang Bieye watched her calmly.
Wow! She thought she had met a good person, but it turned out she encountered a robber. She thought her ghastly appearance would deter any ill intentions, and offering money would ensure her safety. How could she have been so wrong?
“Um… sir, please have mercy… I don’t have much money, I was lying to you,” Yan Xinmeng stammered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a purse, emptying its contents. “Look! I only have these two silver ingots and this black pill. You can have them all,” she said, eyeing him warily.
