Chapter 18: "I Am Her Husband"

Jing Zhuolian furrowed his brows and started the car.

"I'm driving now, so please don’t ask any more questions. Get some rest. Goodbye."

"Hey, you—"

Before the other person could finish, he hung up.

The Bentley made a U-turn and headed in the opposite direction toward the White Crane Group.

Song Xi had been busy all afternoon. By the time she finished work, it was nearly dark, and most of the employees had already left.

She packed up the film, cleaned her camera lens, shut down her computer, and prepared to leave.

Just as she stepped out of the building, a figure suddenly rushed up and blocked her way.

“Song Xi, so you really work here! I’ve been waiting all afternoon and finally caught you!”

Song Xi looked up.

Oh, it was Chen Mian.

Her scoundrel ex-boyfriend, who had been stringing her along for two years after three years of dating, had actually come all the way to her new company.

Was he out of his mind?

“Following someone intentionally is punishable by 5 to 10 days of administrative detention. Don’t force me to call the police,” Song Xi said coldly, not even wanting to acknowledge him.

Chen Mian blocked her path, his voice softening immediately: “Xi Xi, please don’t make a scene. I was wrong. I won’t kiss other women anymore. Come back to Sucheng with me, okay?”

Song Xi laughed in exasperation.

“Do you understand human language? We’ve already broken up. You don’t have to report to me even if you eat dirt, got it?”

“Do you have to be so harsh? We were together for three whole years!”

Song Xi shot back, “You were the first to do disgusting things and disgust me.”

Chen Mian took a deep breath. “I’ve been so humble, and you still won’t give me any face. You just won’t get back together, will you?”

“The farther you go, the better. I would rather die than reconcile.”

Song Xi shook him off. “Let go. I’m going home.”

Just as she turned to leave, Chen Mian grabbed her hand and pulled her face down.

“You have no parents. You’ve been living off your uncle’s family, your aunt’s family, all your relatives… Where is your home? I really spoiled you before, made you think someone actually wanted you!”

“Without me, you’re less than a stray dog in a garbage dump, you know that?”

“Give me a way out. Let’s get back together and go back to Sucheng!”

Song Xi felt a numbness spread through her body from his words.

She had once exposed her most vulnerable and tender side to Chen Mian, hoping for his sympathy and love.

But now, those feelings had turned into knives thrust at her.

Character is revealed in breakups; no wonder such a person could be so nauseating.

Facing his impatient face, Song Xi curled her lips in ridicule.

“Sorry, I already have a husband and a family. Our house is 400 square meters, and even one bathroom is bigger than your room! My husband is tall, handsome, and clean. He could knock you out with one punch. You’d better scram and stop barking here like a dog.”

“Liar! I don’t believe it.”

Chen Mian clenched her wrist tightly, tugging and refusing to let go.

“Your husband? I’m your husband! Who else would marry you besides me? Come with me now, or I won’t hesitate to get physical!”

“Crazy. Let go of me.”

Song Xi was furious and tried to pull her hand away, struggling in place.

“Shh—”

The black Bentley screeched to a halt in front of them.

The door opened, and a tall, imposing man stepped out, striding straight toward them.

His pace was so swift that before either of them could react, the man raised his fist—

“Bang!”

A heavy punch landed squarely on Chen Mian’s face, who was caught off guard and staggered, falling to the ground.

Blood mixed with saliva trickled down as Chen Mian, dazed and dizzy from the blow, took a long moment to recover.

“Who… who are you? Why did you hit me?”

Jing Zhuolian twisted his wrist, pulling Song Xi behind him, and coldly spat three words:

“Her husband.”