The four people ate quietly.
Jin Dachuan didn’t dare drink with Song Moting.
The two couples rested quietly after the meal.
Each couple went back to their rooms to speak quietly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting returned to their room.
As soon as they entered, Song Moting lifted Jiang Xiaoxiao onto his shoulder and threw her onto the bed.
Jiang Xiaoxiao nearly ran out of breath.
Is this domestic violence?!
She glared and tried to turn over.
She used to think Mr. Song was a gentle and kind man, but in just a few days, his true colors showed.
What is he trying to do?
Domestic violence is illegal.
But she was suppressed by his strength and was severely slapped a few times on her butt by Song Moting.
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face turned as red as blood.
Really can’t face anyone.
She had never been treated in her past or present life.
Even her own father, Jiang Honest, never hit her when she was little.
And in such a humiliating way.
On the one hand, it truly hurt, this man didn’t hold back at all, he was hitting hard — Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn’t a machine, her butt is made of flesh, it hurt.
Didn’t see that tears were coming out.
On the other hand, it was the shame and anger, being treated like a child, bent over and spanked, how could she not be furious?
That person even educated her while hitting.
"Why am I hitting you? Do you know?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao was exasperated, "Song Moting, don’t go too far, let me go, this is an infringement of human rights, you... hit me!"
She didn’t dare raise her voice for fear that Jin Dachuan and Zhao Jinmei would hear.
If the couple heard, she’d be utterly embarrassed.
Song Moting pressed her down and whispered, "Jiang Xiaoxiao, do you recognize your mistakes or not? If not, it has to continue! I have to make you remember this well."
His heated breath brushed past her ear, containing deep worry and helplessness.
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s heart softened.
"Xiao Xiao, do you know, when I saw you heading towards that bastard today, I was so scared, my heart almost jumped out, you... scared me to death."
His hands tightly hugged her, holding her in his arms.
Leaning against her shoulder, "Xiao Xiao, I will get a heart attack, I want to grow old with you holding your hand, even if we become old grandpa and grandma, but do you know, today I really hated myself, for not being by your side, how could I have believed your assurance!
I was truly angry at that moment, Jiang Xiaoxiao, today my heart lost countless cells, do you know?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao turned around, resting her hands on his shoulders, locking eyes, seeing the worry inside.
Song Moting was genuinely scared by her.
Solemnly promised, "Second brother, I guarantee and swear, I won’t do such dangerous things anymore, I will protect my life, don’t be angry, I was wrong, I apologize, I’m sorry.
She coaxed him, knowing that Song Moting was really scared by her.
Now, she was as obedient as a little dog wagging its tail.
Song Moting pressed her down again.
"Then tell me how should I punish you?"
His gaze scanned his territory, filled with an unusual passion, his jaw tense like a string.
Jiang Xiaoxiao lifted her head, a sigh escaped from her lips.
Her body was warm and flexible, making his heartbeat slow yet heavy.
In the middle of the night, she quietly fell asleep, after a night of exhaustion, sleeping deeply, Song Moting firmly reached out to hook her waist, letting her back lean into his embrace.
She let out a sigh in her sleep, relaxing into his arms, he could feel the pressure inside her slowly fading.
The loud knocking at the door startled Jiang Xiaoxiao awake.
She suddenly sat up, rubbing her eyes, with alertness and confusion.
Jin Dachuan’s voice sounded.
Jin Dachuan came out with a coat draped over him.
"Is this Jin Dachuan and Song Moting’s home?"
Song Moting was taken aback, coming here to find him?
Song Moting hurried to get dressed; Jiang Xiaoxiao also quickly put on her clothes.
The only place they left their address was the hospital.
Could it be that Jia Shu had an accident?
"It’s me! Wait a moment."
Jin Dachuan opened the door.
Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao were already out, and seeing the police uniform at the door really startled them.
"Police Comrade Gui, I’m Jin Dachuan. This is?"
"Do you know Wu Fei?"
The police looked at the two of them, Jin Dachuan and Song Moting exchanged glances, Wu Fei!?
"Wu Fei was stabbed at the railway station, now in the hospital, her handbag had your address here, and she was still muttering your names. What’s your relationship?"
The police were puzzled, two young men, and Wu Fei was an outsider.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sighed in relief, it’s Wu Fei, not Jia Shu, thankfully.
She was still selfish, hearing a living person was stabbed, she was relieved, not worried.
But she really couldn’t bring herself to care about Wu Fei.
That self-righteous woman, stirring trouble here, how could anyone like her?
"You should contact her family, and you should go to the hospital now, she needs to undergo surgery, needs family or acquaintances to sign, and needs someone to take care of."
The policeman was relieved to find them; even if they were just comrades, it was better than strangers.
Jin Dachuan hesitated, his wife was still pregnant.
Now, going to see Wu Fei, his wife had just been coaxed, if anything happens again...
Song Moting offered, "I’ll go, Brother Jin, you take care of my sister-in-law! Also, call Wu’s family, I’ll give you their number."
Wu Fei and he were from the same compound.
Wu Fei’s father was a top surgeon at the affiliated hospital.
The Wu family, like his, had been doctors for generations.
Jin Dachuan gratefully agreed, his brother helped him solve a problem.
Jiang Xiaoxiao pulled Song Moting, "I’ll go with you, Wu Fei is a girl, taking care of her, it’s not convenient for you alone, I’m more suitable."
Mainly didn’t want her husband to care for another woman, Wu Fei had no right to have Song Moting take care of her.
Jiang Xiaoxiao would rather go herself, better than feeling uncomfortable in her heart.
Song Moting raised his eyebrow with a smile, worried about him interacting with other women?
Both followed the police to the hospital.
Outside the operating room.
The doctor wiped sweat from his brow.
"The patient’s condition is critical now, needs immediate surgery, but our hospital’s head of surgery is at a conference in the province, now there’s only one inpatient surgery doctor, sending the patient to another hospital is too late, and there’s also a shortage of anesthetics, the patient will be considerably painful post-operation!"
The implication was clear to everyone.
Song Moting frowned, even though Wu Fei had some conflicts with them, it wasn’t to the extent wishing her dead.
The conditions here were indeed too poor.
But there’s still a way!
"Doctor, go ahead! Save a life! We trust you."
Jiang Xiaoxiao thought to herself, Wu Fei was really in for suffering.
Both sat outside the operating room.
Until dawn, Wu Fei was finally pushed out of the operating room.
The operation was successful, but postoperative critical care is very key.