Chapter 4

The bag of trash traced a parabola through the air. Because its opening hadn't been tied tightly, garbage spilled out all along the way, before it finally slammed heavily onto the patch of ground He Qinglan had already cleaned.

The young man had thrown that bag of trash right in front of He Qinglan. Even when he saw He Qinglan standing there watching him, not a shred of shame appeared on his face. Instead, he tilted his head, raised his brows, and flashed He Qinglan an arrogant, smug grin.

His lips silently formed two words: "Trash."

He Qinglan: "..." Heh.

The young man had simply tossed away his bag of trash. The girl beside him was slightly better—she didn't casually throw away the bag in her hand, but she still placed it directly on the ground, clearly intending to leave it there. Even the gloves they wore and the trash pickers they used were tossed aside by the two of them, making it obvious they had no intention of returning.

Seeing what the young man beside her had done, the girl glared at him somewhat sheepishly. But the short young man didn't care in the slightest. So what if he threw trash around? What could that plastic-surgery pretty boy do to him? Dressed so cheaply, he was obviously a pauper.

Yet before they had taken three steps, they heard a voice behind them.

"Stop."

The voice was clear and pleasant, carrying the leisurely freshness of a babbling brook as it entered their ears. Though the words themselves were somewhat forceful, it was difficult to feel any dislike toward them.

Of course, only difficult.

The short young man froze when he heard that voice, then jolted in alarm.

That voice was far too close, as though it had come from directly behind him. But there couldn't possibly be... someone behind him?!

He turned around and saw that excessively handsome plastic-surgery pretty boy standing behind him.

At close range, that face was even more flawless and captivating. The short young man even realized there wasn't the slightest trace of makeup on the pretty boy's face. His skin was luminous and immaculate—not to mention acne, there wasn't even a pore in sight!

Where the fuck had he gotten this done?

But after his surprise came intense irritation. He immediately put on a fierce expression and raised his voice. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you suddenly run up behind us? And who the hell are you? You tell us to stop, and we're supposed to stop? Who the hell do you think you are?"

As Zhang Feng spoke, he reached out to shove He Qinglan, but his hand simply could not touch him.

It was like trying to grasp flowing water.

He Qinglan ignored his arrogant attitude and merely looked at them, speaking each word distinctly. "Pick up the trash you just threw away and put it over there in the garbage pile."

He Qinglan's tone was extremely calm, and his attitude wasn't forceful in the slightest. Yet both the tall, burly cameraman and the girl beside him felt an inexplicable pressure.

Meng Tiantian didn't even dare look directly into the eyes of the handsome man she had already categorized as an Immortal Pretty Boy. One glance made it feel as though even her breathing was being squeezed shut.

She did feel somewhat guilty about what she had done, after all—they had just filmed a video about protecting the environment. And since the person speaking was such an Immortal Pretty Boy, Meng Tiantian blushed furiously and nodded. "Sorry. I'll go right now."

Then she jogged over, picked up the bag of trash she had collected, and carried it toward the designated garbage pile.

Niu Zhuang, the tall, burly cameraman, didn't act immediately. But after meeting He Qinglan's eyes for another two seconds, he silently went to help Meng Tiantian. It wasn't that he was especially obedient; facing those eyes, he somehow felt a little intimidated too.

Thus, only the short young man, Zhang Feng, remained of the trio.

Yet he had no intention whatsoever of going back to pick up the garbage he had thrown away. Instead, Meng Tiantian and Niu Zhuang's compromise made him even angrier. He hadn't managed to stop Meng Tiantian, so now all his rage was directed at He Qinglan, and the moment he opened his mouth, a string of unbearable obscenities poured out.

"You brainless piece of trash, fuck your grandpa! You @#￥@#!￥&×%￥@!!!"

"So what if I threw trash around? Take a look at how filthy this river already is! You seriously fucking plan to pick up trash here?! Is this river your house?! I'm putting my words right here today! If I go back and pick up that trash, I'm your grandson!"

"Ha! Not only am I not picking it up, I'm going to make even more trash! What can you do to me?!"

At the end, Zhang Feng spat directly onto the ground, as if he were trying to spit right into He Qinglan's face.

The outrageously unreasonable scene made the Black Carp in the fruit can leap up in fury. It immediately launched a long-range spray attack, scooping up rotten black mud beside it and blasting it straight onto Zhang Feng's face.

"Eee eee eee eee eee!!!" You dare disrespect my Lord River God!!

The Black Carp's act of controlling river mud to spray at him made He Qinglan pause his own movement. He had originally planned to stuff that mouthful of spit back into the human's mouth.

But now, it seemed that foul-smelling black mud suited him better.

Still, there were other things that needed to be done.

As Zhang Feng stared like he had seen a ghost at the Black Carp ten meters away, flipping him the middle finger from inside its glass can, he heard He Qinglan's voice.

"I can't really do much to you."

"I can only make you pick up trash."

Zhang Feng gave a mocking laugh and was just about to start spouting nonsense when he suddenly saw the pretty boy tap his shoulder and stomach. Then, overwhelming pain and uncontrollable itching made his entire body collapse.

"HAHAHAHAHA—AAAH, IT HURTS! IT HURTS! MY ARM HURTS SO BAD!"

"HAHAHAHA, SO FUNNY—SO ITCHY—HAHAHAHA!"

Meng Tiantian and Niu Zhuang, who had returned after picking up the trash, stared in shock at Zhang Feng, who could no longer bear it and was rolling all over the ground. When they looked up at He Qinglan again, the Immortal Pretty Boy had become a Demon Pretty Boy.

He Qinglan: You wouldn't listen when I tried to talk nicely.

Black Carp: Heh, ptooey!

In the end, Zhang Feng still became a grandson for once, though the River God ancestor didn't acknowledge this grandson.

Before he had shot off at the mouth, he had never imagined he would compromise. After all, the person before him was only a skinny, tall pretty boy. Whether in an argument or a fight, he didn't believe he could possibly end up at a disadvantage.