Su Yiwen’s face grew increasingly grim. Seeing them walking together, his fist clenched, veins bulging, he rushed over and grabbed Tao Le tightly, pulling her in the opposite direction with force. “What are you doing? Let go of me!” Tao Le struggled desperately but couldn’t break free; her wrist was being painfully squeezed. “Come home with me!” Su Yiwen was on the brink of exploding, his patience exhausted. “I won’t go back! And don’t expect me to ever return!” Tao Le’s suppressed anger surged up. “What did you say?” Su Yiwen asked menacingly. Tao Le pushed him away and raised her voice, “Let me tell you, Su Yiwen, don’t bring your high-born attitude into this! Do you think you’re great because you have a mistress? I’ll get a gigolo to see how you like wearing a green hat! Want me to come home? Dream on!”
Su Yiwen took a big step forward, his tone becoming rough, “What gigolo? You dare try it!” He glanced at Han Xu, seemingly identifying him as the ‘gigolo’. “I dare!” Tao Le retorted stubbornly, “I can live just fine without you!” Su Yiwen’s face turned green, “You leave me? You want to be with this kid, don’t you?” Han Xu, who had intended not to get involved, found the conflict suddenly directed at him, and his temper flared. He stepped in front of Tao Le, “Buddy, you’re a prosecutor, shouldn’t you have some evidence before you start spouting nonsense? What kind of man are you?”
