Chapter 4

The bag of garbage traced an arc through the air. Because its opening had not been tied shut, trash scattered all along the way before it landed heavily on the patch of ground He Qinglan had already cleaned.

The young man had thrown the garbage right in front of He Qinglan. Even when he saw He Qinglan standing there watching him, not a trace of shame appeared on his face. Instead, he cocked 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 that bag of garbage. The girl beside him was a little better; she did not casually throw away the bag she held, but she set it directly on the ground and clearly had no intention of dealing with it. Even the gloves they wore and the trash pickers they used had been tossed aside, making it obvious that neither of them planned to come back.

Seeing what the young man beside her had done, the girl shot him a somewhat embarrassed glare. But the short young man did not care at all. So what if he had littered? What could that surgically enhanced pretty boy do to him? Dressed so cheaply, he was obviously some poor bastard.

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

"Stop."

The voice was clear and pleasant, like the leisurely freshness of a babbling stream. Though the words carried a hint of forcefulness, they were strangely difficult to resent.

Of course, only difficult.

The short young man froze when he heard that voice, then was startled.

It was far too close, as though it had come from directly behind him. But there could not possibly be... someone behind him?!

When he turned around, he saw that excessively handsome, surgically enhanced pretty boy standing behind him.

At close range, that face was even more perfect and captivating. The short young man even realized there was not a trace of makeup on the pretty boy's face. His skin was smooth and flawless—not to mention pimples, he did not even have pores!

Where the fuck had he gotten that done?

But after his surprise came intense irritation. His face immediately turned fierce as he shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you suddenly come up behind us? And who the fuck are you? You say stop and we have to stop? Who the hell do you think you are?"

As Zhang Feng spoke, he reached out to shove He Qinglan. Yet his hand could not touch He Qinglan at all, as if he were trying to grasp flowing water.

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

He Qinglan's tone was calm, and his attitude was not forceful in the slightest. Yet both the tall, burly young man filming and the girl beside him felt an inexplicable pressure.

Meng Tiantian did not even dare look into the eyes of the handsome man she had already classified as Immortal Pretty Boy level. One glance made it feel as though her breathing were being suppressed.

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

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

Niu Zhuang, the tall, sturdy young man filming, did not move right away. But after looking into He Qinglan's eyes for another two seconds, he silently went to help Meng Tiantian. It was not that he was particularly obedient; facing those eyes, he felt a little intimidated too.

That left only the short young man, Zhang Feng, in their trio.

Yet he showed no intention 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 had not managed to stop Meng Tiantian, so now he directed all his rage at He Qinglan, opening his mouth and launching into a string of foul abuse.

"You idiot piece of trash, fuck your grandfather! You @#￥@#!￥&×%￥@!!!"

"So what if I littered? Take a look at how filthy this river already is! You seriously fucking plan to pick up garbage here?! Is this river your house?! Let me make this clear today! If I fucking go back and pick up that garbage, I'm your grandson!"

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

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

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

"Eek, eek, eek, eek, eek!!!" You dare disrespect my Lord River God?!

The Black Carp's act of controlling river mud and spraying it over caused He Qinglan to stop what he was doing. He had originally planned to stuff that glob of spit back into the human's mouth.

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

Still, that did not mean the rest could be skipped.

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

"It's true that I can't really do anything to you."

"I can only make you pick up garbage."

Zhang Feng sneered mockingly. Just as he was about to start cursing again, he suddenly saw the pretty boy tap his shoulder and stomach. Then overwhelming pain and uncontrollable itching made him completely fall apart.

"Hahahahaha, ahhh, it hurts! It hurts! My arm hurts so much!"

"Hahahaha, so funny, so itchy, hahahaha!"

Meng Tiantian and Niu Zhuang, who had returned after picking up the garbage, stared in shock at Zhang Feng as he rolled around on the ground, unable to bear it any longer. When they looked up at He Qinglan again, the Immortal Pretty Boy had become a Demon Pretty Boy.

Author's Note:

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

Black Carp: Heh, ptooey!

Chapter 4

Zhang Feng ended up becoming a grandson after all, though his River God ancestor did not acknowledge him as one.

Before he started running his mouth, he had never imagined that he would give in. After all, the person before him was only a thin, tall pretty boy. Whether it was arguing or fighting, he had never believed he would end up at a disadvantage.