Transmigrated Into the Vicious Stepmother in a Historical Novel - Chapter 27

Even with people crowding around her, Sheng Fei’s expression remained calm.

After getting off the bus, she familiarized herself with the road as she walked along leisurely.

When she passed by the cotton candy stall, she swallowed and licked her dry lips.

Sheng Fei wasn’t the one to crave sweets, but right now she really wanted something sweet.

After a moment’s consideration, she took out some cash and boldly said, “Give me one.”

The stall owner was surprised by Sheng Fei’s monet. Without hesitation, he freshly made a cotton candy and handed it to her with the change. “Here you go, this will melt soon, eat it quickly.”

As soon as Sheng Fei took the money and before she could reach out, a child bumped into her and snatched the cotton candy away.

Sheng Fei was a bit stunned. Are children these days so fierce?

Behind her, a woman who seemed to be the child’s mother glared at her own child, then gave Sheng Fei an apologetic smile, “Comrade, I’m sorry, my son is ignorant. Let me buy you another one.”

The urgent honking of a cargo truck came, and the woman’s eyes widened in horror as she let out a piercing scream.

Sheng Fei turned back to see that after snatching the cotton candy, the child had run across the street, fearing that Sheng Fei would chase after him.

Sheng Fei’s pupils constricted, and at the same time the woman was screaming, Sheng Fei’s figure had already moved.

Just as everyone thought a life was about to be lost, Sheng Fei suddenly pounced on the boy and rolled with him. Almost at the same time, the cargo truck brushed past her sleeve, leaving a trail of dust.

Inertia caused them to slide for a few meters before finally coming to a stop.

The woman was overjoyed, and the passersby kindly helped Sheng Fei up.

She hugged her son and burst into tears, “Why did you run? You scared mom to death, Lele, never do this again in the future.”

The woman was a bit incoherent, and the boy lowered his head with tears brimming in his eyes, seemingly already aware of his mistake. The earlier scene had obviously frightened him too.

Just now, if Sheng Fei hadn’t acted, it could have destroyed two families.

The boy would have paid with his life for his recklessness, and the truck driver would have faced legal trouble because of this incident.

Sheng Fei acted on a whim. Perhaps because she saw the despair in the woman’s eyes just now and felt the boy didn’t deserve to die, so she intervened.

After comforting her son for a while, the woman finally remembered her savior, but when she turned back, Sheng Fei’s figure had already disappeared.

The truck driver’s apologies and the woman’s calls were all blocked out by Sheng Fei.

She crouched in a corner with fewer people, silently hugging one of her arms.

The boy had only grazed his arm, but her own arm was dislocated.

Sheng Fei sat there blankly, like a lone wounded beast licking its wounds.

She remembered that in the early days of the apocalypse, she was also isolated and helpless, with no one to trust and no one to help her. She had gritted her teeth and walked step by step.

She closed her eyes, feeling her arm, and took a handful of hair to bite down on.

The sound of bones colliding rang out. Sheng Fei’s face was covered with sweat, pale as a ghost. If it wasn’t for the boy’s mischief, how could she endure the pain of setting the bone!

But this pain was nothing. Sheng Fei didn’t even let out a cry.

After sitting for a long time, she finally managed to stand up. As long as she didn’t lift heavy objects with her left arm in the next few days, there would be no major problem.

After asking around, Sheng Fei found the antique street in Qinghe County.

The long street was lined with stalls and shops selling antiques.