Chapter 685 — Brother Cold Catches a Chill
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"They really dare?" Kang Xiaofeng clenched his fists, seething — yet he knew his own strength was not enough to change anything. "If only someone at the top would step in and rein them in."
He thought of how formidable Wei Zhao was: he had dared topple even Zhao Qibing's Qibing Tower and had beaten Zhao Qibing into a cripple, and yet walked away without a scratch. It was almost unbelievable. What he could not fathom was why Zhao Qibing never sought revenge.
Truly, they bully the weak and fear the strong. In fact, what Kang Xiaofeng did not know was that Zhao Qibing had sought revenge — he had struck back at Gu Pengzhan, only to have Wei Zhao defuse it once again.
"Never mind. We're all common folk," said Xiaofen's father, shaking his head. "Those people are worse than the underworld — how would we dare cross them? How could Wei Zhao possibly handle it all? Best not to make trouble for him."
It was not that Xiaofen's parents did not want to ask Wei Zhao to speak with Zhao Qibing and win them a little more compensation — but why would Wei Zhao ever do such a thing for them? He likely did not care a fig about the money; his handling of Zhao Qibing made that plain enough. He was not short of cash — he had simply gone to vent his spleen.
Kang Xiaofeng did not dare commit to anything on the spot. He could only wait until he saw Wei Zhao and bring the matter up then. He would not ask Wei Zhao to take it all on, but if Xiaofen's family could be helped, he would help as far as he could — she was his girlfriend, after all, wasn't she?
Kang Xiaofeng left the shantytown with Xiaofen, Tang Zhi, and Liu Xinlan. They flagged down a taxi on the road, and the four of them hurried to the hospital.
Kang Jingming stood shivering in the ice rink, ignoring the stares of those who looked at him as though he were a fool. At last he felt he could take no more — his whole body was by turns freezing and burning, his nose streamed and his eyes watered, and he was on the verge of collapse. Only then did he turn to Zhu Xiaozhang beside him and say, "Xiaozhang, feel my forehead — do I have a fever?"
Zhu Xiaozhang hastily touched Kang Jingming's brow, and gave a start. "Young Master Ming, your head's scalding — hot enough to boil water!"
"Is it? Then wonderful — let's go!" Kang Jingming forced a grim smile through clenched teeth, a smile of indescribable misery.
"Yes, we've finally pulled it off!" Wang Shubin was elated too. Even in a padded coat he felt unbearably cold, and he had no wish to linger here a moment longer.
"Haha, I finally caught a cold!" Kang Jingming was in agony and bliss at once. He stood up and staggered toward the door, laughing.
Inside the rink, everyone was dumbstruck. What was wrong with this guy? *Finally* caught a cold? He had come here just to catch a cold? Was he some kind of lunatic?
The girl who had taken the photo earlier kept her phone up and recorded the whole scene, planning to upload it straight to the internet. This was the "Cold Brother," no question about it!
Now, after Kang Jingming, Zhu Xiaozhang, and Wang Shubin left the ice rink, they drove the Porsche Cayenne back to the hospital. He was in a hurry to see Guan Xin for treatment!
It was hot outside, yet Kang Jingming still felt himself shivering. But afraid that he might recover if he let up for even a moment, he did not dare slack off. He ordered Wang Shubin, who was driving, to crank the car's air conditioning to maximum, and as a result Wang Shubin and Zhu Xiaozhang suffered along with him. Hot as the day was, you could not turn the AC up to full blast, could you? They would freeze to death! RO