Zhao Huai poured himself a glass of wine, "It really is like being in the company of a tiger."
"This time, things might have really gone wrong; Xiaomu had been pushed to the point of pulling out a knife."
Jiang Zhiyuan didn’t dare to make any more sarcastic remarks.
"Yeah! Trouble really has erupted. But shouldn’t we remind Yichen that Zhuo Wen’s fiancé is from the black society?"
Zhao Huai asked again, looking at his two elder brothers.
When Jiang Zhiyuan exchanged glances with Qiao Yi, they initially wanted to say that Yichen already knew, but on second thought, with that guy currently being so furious, might he have forgotten?
They, having foreseen the danger but not informing Yichen—if something happened to Xiaomu, it wouldn’t be just Yichen wanting to kill them, they’d feel compelled to take their own lives.
"Let’s give him a call."
Qiao Yi, as the oldest among them, said to Jiang Zhiyuan and Zhao Huai.
Seeing Qiao Yi looking at him, Jiang Zhiyuan turned to look at Zhao Huai—this was a phone call he dared not make.
"Or, should we just send a message?"
Zhao Huai knew that his two elder brothers didn’t dare to bear the responsibility alone.
None of the three wanted to take the lead, so they reached a consensus and each sent him a WeChat message.
In fact, Mu Yichen had already arranged for people nearby his home the moment he learned that Qin Mu had injured Zhuo Wen. Moreover, Rongcheng wasn’t Australia, and it wasn’t Zhuo Wen’s fiancé’s turn to act arrogantly here.
Mu Yichen glanced at his phone; after all, three messages were sent in a row, and he had seen them all.
The car slowly returned to the apartment, and then he sent a message in the group, "You all go to the Mu Family tonight and stand guard. If anything happens to Qin Mu, I’ll hold you accountable."
All three were startled by the sound of his voice, and they didn’t dare to drink any more, quickly leaving the private room.
At the hospital, as soon as Zhuo Wen woke up, she had been constantly asking the nurse to call the police for her, claiming she wanted to report a crime.
The nurse thought she had gone mad.
Zhuo Wen’s fiancé stood by the window, looking at her ruined half-face, and couldn’t help but yell, "You’re in this state now, what are you calling for?"
"I’m feeling wronged!"
Her face was completely distorted, and her voice sounded muffled and unclear.
"Once the swelling subsides, a bit of fixing will make it all right."
Zhuo Wen’s fiancé hadn’t expected Qin Mu to be so merciless. She looked like such a weak girl, yet her blow had such force.
Zhuo Wen’s face had already been filled before; it goes without saying that even a baseball bat, let alone a slap, would make it look terrible.
But Qin Mu didn’t know that, and that one hit almost ruined Zhuo Wen’s entire face.
"You must avenge me, she’s beaten me to this state; you can’t just stand by."
Zhuo Wen started crying again, and it even hurt to cry.
"I’d like to help, but I need the courage. Mu Yichen threatened me, saying if I dare to make a move, he’ll send me straight back to Australia."
Zhuo Wen’s fiancé was also struggling to protect himself. If he returned to Australia, his enemies there would definitely find a way to kill him. He could only hide here, and he was alone in Rongcheng, without any backing.
"Then, I want to meet the Mu Family’s old master. Where’s my phone?"
Zhuo Wen said again, holding her face that was swollen like a pig’s head.
"Mu Yichen also said that if you dare to call the Mu Family’s old master, he will definitely not spare the Zhuo Family. Your family’s dark history in Australia, especially the illegal transactions your brother is currently involved in—you know."
Zhuo Wen looked up, her big dark eyes full of helplessness.
"This is just for now. I guess Mu Yichen will soon come to see you, or send someone to see you."
"He installed a surveillance system in our room, and he heard everything we said this morning."
"It means that we’re now at his mercy, so you’d better hope you recover later rather than sooner."
Zhuo Wen’s fiancé spread his hands; he was living as miserably as a rat crossing the street.
He felt like he was experiencing a period of endurance and hardship, but in reality, he had been living for almost a year.
After Mu Yichen returned to the apartment, he went upstairs, took a shower, and went straight to bed.
It was, after all, their cozy little nest.
He turned over, held her pillow in his arms, and clutched it tightly.
In the darkness, his eyes were uncharacteristically clear.
He thought about Qin Mu’s excessive behavior at noon and couldn’t help but smile a little.
Like a child, she was stubborn, almost maniacal—a side of her that had become rare.
Over the years, she had always been especially calm and composed, and so very gentle.
She was becoming gentler and gentler?
He thought of the damned woman who had entered their room today under the pretense of saying goodbye but had suddenly thrown herself at him.