Su Yiwen pointed at Han Xu, his voice icy, “What’s it to you? I’m talking to my wife, why are you butting in?” “Hey, I’ll say whatever I want with my mouth, what can you do about it?” Han Xu stared at Su Yiwen, the tension escalating. “I’m her husband, I have the right to know who she’s with, what’s your problem!” Su Yiwen answered righteously. “Ha, you ask what my problem is?” Han Xu chuckled, “What kind of husband are you, only controlling your wife? What are you even good for!” “What did you say? Say it again if you dare!” “I said you’re not even worth a thing, so what?” Just as the words fell, Han Xu was caught off guard by a punch, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Tao Le gasped in shock; she hadn’t expected Su Yiwen to strike. Seeing Han Xu wipe the blood from his mouth, he immediately retaliated with a punch, and the two men started brawling, their previous martial arts training forgotten in the heat of the moment. It was all about brute force now. Both men were bruised, looking utterly disheveled, and Tao Le, being pregnant, couldn’t find an opening to intervene. “Stop it!” Tao Le finally managed to pull Han Xu back, “Enough, Han Xu, stop!” Han Xu, seemingly pushed to his limit, shrugged off Tao Le and rolled up his sleeves, “Stay out of this, I’m going to fight him today!” Tao Le clung to Han Xu, yelling at Su Yiwen, “Are you sick? Can’t win an argument so you resort to violence, do you think you’re some great chief now?”
Su Yiwen didn’t care about the bruises on his face or hands; he stared at Tao Le, her concern for Han Xu vividly painted on her face, making him feel like an outsider in his own marriage. Yet, he knew he had caused this mess, but his words carried a different emotion. “You feel sorry for him getting hit, don’t you?” Su Yiwen asked coldly. “Yes!” Tao Le answered without hesitation, indifferent to everything at this point. The empty street echoed with her single word, ‘yes,’ as they all stood in silence, just looking at each other.
