C11 Fighting

Wu Guang, incensed by the insult, shot back defiantly, "What, just because you say she's your wife, she is? I could make up a date and claim I have a marriage certificate too! Show me the marriage certificate, why don't you?"

Their ruckus drew the attention of workers from the staff dormitory, who peered out quietly, not daring to intervene. They all knew Qian Duojing to be single, and neither man could prove he was her husband. After all, who carries their marriage certificate around with them?

To everyone's surprise, Xue Zhengqing pulled out two red booklets from his pocket. He opened one and showed it to Wu Guang; it bore the names Xue Zhengqing and Qian Duojing, with a date that matched exactly what he had claimed, complete with an official red stamp.

Wu Guang was stunned; the man before him was indeed Qian Duojing's husband!

After showing Wu Guang the marriage certificate, Xue Zhengqing handed it to Qian Duojing. He tenderly cradled her face in his hands, gently stroking the corners of her eyes, and soothed her, "Don't cry, your husband will take care of this scoundrel for you."

He then positioned Qian Duojing behind him. Holding the marriage certificate, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, only now realizing she had been crying, her face wet with tears.

Xue Zhengqing stepped forward and delivered a punch that sent Wu Guang sprawling to the ground. Having trained in martial arts with his father from a young age, his punch was powerful enough to break Wu Guang's teeth and crack his head against the floor.

Wu Guang had not expected the seemingly delicate and handsome man to pack such a punch, leaving him reeling.

But Xue Zhengqing wasn't finished. He remembered how Duojing had wept uncontrollably, her eyes dim with fear, her whole body shaking, as she sought refuge in his arms. His fury intensified.

Seizing Wu Guang by the collar, Xue Zhengqing unleashed a barrage of punches, leaving Wu Guang's face a bloody mess, his features indistinguishable, his teeth likely shattered.

The people around were already displeased with the factory manager's son, and Xue Zhengqing's fierce demeanor had them petrified. No one dared to intervene.

Qian Duojing quickly regained her composure, terrified at the thought of someone getting hurt. She rushed to Xue Zhengqing and embraced him from behind, pleading, "Stop! Xue Zhengqing! What if someone gets seriously injured?"

Xue Zhengqing then ceased his assault.

He stood up, ignoring Wu Guang, who lay on the ground like a lifeless pig. Wrapping his arms around Qian Duojing, he headed toward the street.

Qian Duojing, still aware of her job at the textile factory, questioned him, "Why are you taking me this way? I need to return to my dormitory."

Xue Zhengqing cast a look at the onlookers by the dormitory entrance, who quickly caught on and said:

"Duojing, go with your man now that he's here."

"Exactly, we thought you were just mad at your man when you said you weren't married."

"Look, he came all this way for you and even gave Wu Guang a thrashing. How can you stay here after that?"

"Duojing, please don't put us in a tough spot. Your man has already beaten Wu Guang badly. It'll be hard to explain if the police show up."

Realizing the dormitory wouldn't shelter her tonight, Qian Duojing allowed Xue Zhengqing to lead her away.

As they reached the street corner, they saw a convertible parked with Shang Wu sitting in the driver's seat, listlessly staring at the moon. His face lit up with a smile upon seeing Xue Zhengqing and Qian Duojing approach.

"Ah, you two have made up at last."

But as they drew closer, his smile faded. Xue Zhengqing's hand was injured, and his white shirt was splattered with blood. Qian Duojing's face was streaked with fresh tears, her eyes and nose red.

"Qing, what happened? You didn't strike a woman, did you?"