Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Harming Each Other
"I... I didn’t steal her. Jiaojiao was my fiancée to begin with," Song Zijin said, his scalp prickling with fear.
"Your fiancée? Fine, I stole her. But I’ve been married to Jiaojiao for a long time now, so what?
You were the one who wasn’t satisfied with what you had, which gave me my chance. Now you want to come crawling back? Not a chance. Get lost."
Su Shuochi’s tone was flat as he spoke, but every word seemed to be ground out between his teeth.
Song Zijin: ...’Wow, he actually makes a good point!’
Su Shuochi’s words were enough to leave Gu Jiaojiao stunned for a century!
She had been sick with anger at Song Zijin’s words, but hearing Su Shuochi’s domineering response made her feel much better.
’Oh my god! This man has such a way with words! He’s amazing! It’s true what they say—when you truly care, you don’t need to be taught what to do.’
Song Zijin looked at the man before him, who managed to seem tall and imposing even while sitting in a wheelchair.
Those deep, dark eyes were like vortexes in the dead of night, impossible to read but terrifying to behold.
But even so, Song Zijin stubbornly lifted his head to meet his gaze.
Because standing behind the man was a woman as beautiful as a goddess—the very woman he pined for day and night.
"Comrade Su—you’ve got it all wrong... You’re the one who stole my fiancée, and now you want to kill me to shut me up?"
Although Song Zijin was terrified of Su Shuochi, the sight of Gu Jiaojiao, looking as beautiful as a goddess, filled him with fighting spirit as if he’d been shot full of adrenaline.
’What gives this damn cripple the right to compete with me? He has no family background and no connections in Qing City. How is he worthy of fighting me for her?’
"Jiaojiao and I are on the same household register, Song Zijin. I’m warning you, if you spout any more nonsense, I’ll break your legs."
Su Shuochi gritted his teeth, glaring at Song Zijin with undisguised contempt, wishing he could tear the man to shreds on the spot.
Song Zijin suppressed his fear. Only by keeping his eyes fixed on Gu Jiaojiao could he find the courage to speak.
"Break my legs? You? A cripple in a wheelchair dares to make such a boast? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at? You’re daydreaming..."
SLAP—
Song Zijin opened his mouth to say more, but a powerful force nearly sent him sprawling to the ground.
A fiery sting spread across his face. Song Zijin’s eyes widened as he stared at Gu Jiaojiao in utter disbelief.
’This woman actually dared to hit him, and in front of everyone, no less.’
Although the people in the compound didn’t dare to gawk at Su Shuochi’s drama up close, everyone was watching from a safe distance.
Song Zijin had never imagined that he would one day be publicly humiliated, especially by his formerly docile and obedient ex-fiancée.
Gu Jiaojiao watched him coldly, a sneer playing on her lips. "Song Zijin, who do you think you are, daring to curse my man?"
"Y-Your man? Is a cripple even capable in *that* department? You—AH—"
Another slap. Five slender finger marks immediately appeared on Song Zijin’s face.
He clutched his face, utterly horrified.
’What is happening?’
’What did I say wrong?’
’Why did Jiaojiao hit me again?’
Gu Jiaojiao took a step toward him. "Say ’cripple’ one more time. I dare you. I’ll break your legs right now and make you one."
After speaking, Gu Jiaojiao’s lips pressed into a thin, cold, and cruel line.
She exuded a dangerous aura, as if she could devour all living things, making Song Zijin tremble uncontrollably.
Gu Jiaojiao’s furious expression, however, made Su Shuochi feel warm inside, a wave of sweetness washing over him.
"Wifey, does your hand hurt? Let me blow on it for you. Next time you want to hit someone, just tell your husband, and I’ll do it."
As Su Shuochi spoke, he tenderly blew on Gu Jiaojiao’s hand. His wifey’s hands were more delicate than a child’s face.
They were already red and swollen after just a couple of slaps. The sight made his heart ache, and as he blew on her reddened palm, he leaned in and gave it a kiss.
The man’s doting and affectionate gaze made Gu Jiaojiao feel immensely happy and content.
She pulled her hand away and playfully pounded her little fist against Su Shuochi’s chest. She had wanted to call him a ’dirty scoundrel’.
But seeing the crowd in the distance and then Song Zijin still sprawled on the ground, Gu Jiaojiao sweetly changed her tune. "Shuoci, it’s so good to have you. Thank you."
’This man was the first person she saw when she came to this world, and he was also her husband.’
’He was the person she loved most. She felt so lucky to have married the right person, to have met someone like him.’
Su Shuochi chuckled softly as his wifey hit him coquettishly.
"Wifey, I’m your Shuoci, your husband. It’s only right that I do these things for you. Don’t say thank you to me ever again."
His voice was incredibly gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across her heart—cool and comforting.
As if bewitched, Gu Jiaojiao couldn’t help but call out again, "Shuoci~"
Hearing his wifey’s soft and syrupy-sweet voice, the smile on Su Shuochi’s face deepened.
"Mm, good girl."
The couple’s sweet exchange provoked Song Zijin, who was still on the ground. He spoke, unwilling to give up.
"Jiaojiao, after I went home just now, I locked Sheng Yueyue in her room and forbid anyone from seeing her.
I was planning on just having someone send her meals of pickled vegetables and steamed buns every day, but now... I want to div—"
"Don’t! Don’t say another word. A couple as deeply in love as you two should grow old together."
’A scumbag and a bitch deserve each other; they should just rot together and stop bothering other people.’ Gu Jiaojiao didn’t have the heart to say this out loud.
The only reason she cut Song Zijin off was that she could tell at a glance he was about to say he wanted a divorce.
With that, Gu Jiaojiao started pushing the wheelchair away. The scolding was done, the slapping was done—if not now, when was a better time to leave?
Once Gu Jiaojiao and her husband were gone, Uncle Song and Aunt Song finally emerged from behind a large tree, pretending they were just passing by.
"Zijin, what are you doing on the ground? The pavement’s scorching hot from the sun! Dear, let’s hurry and help him up."
Two other women also ran out from behind the tree. Pretending not to have seen anything, one asked, "Young man from the main Song household, what happened to your face?"
Song Zijin was about to yell at the woman when he heard another one speak.
"Tsk! His new wife must have done it. I heard the young couple started fighting before they even finished their wedding banquet!"
"Where did you hear that? You seem to know everything. I heard the Dong Family’s banquet was really lively. It’s a shame to go and not eat."
"Is that true? Did Song Zijin’s wife really hit him? That’s a bit too harsh," said a woman who was genuinely just passing by.
Hearing the women chattering that his wife had hit him, Song Zijin touched his swollen face. It didn’t even feel painful anymore. Instead, a dreamy look spread across his features.
His foolish expression startled Uncle Song, a straightforward middle-aged man. He whispered to his wife, "Zijin... did he get slapped silly?"
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and take him to the hospital for a check-up," Aunt Song said in a huff.
"That’s right, Uncle Song. We should hurry and get your nephew to the hospital."
And so, the group hustled Song Zijin in the direction of the hospital...
