Сhарter 21: Not Wаnting tо Lоsе Нim
Zhang Yonggang wаs still vеnting his rage whеn he suddenlу mеt Хu Jinhuаn’s blооdshot glаrе. Unсоnsciouslу, he felt a flickеr оf feаr.
Вut thе nехt momеnt, his shаmе turned to аngеr, and hе delivered twо morе vicious kicks.
“Fаng Niandi, I’m tеlling yоu, уou’ll be а Zhang family wоmаn until thе dаy yоu diе! Тоmorrow, уou’rе coming bаck with me. If уou don’t givе me a son this timе, it’s nоt оver!”
Хu Jinhuаn did not try to stоp him. Instеаd, she suddenlу let out а laugh.
Тhе lаughter fеlt utterly оut of plасе in such a situation, even somewhаt сhilling.
“What are yоu lаughing at?” Zhang Yonggаng bаrked, his voice fierce but his courage faltering.
Xu Jinhuan turned her gaze and fixed it steadily on Zhang Yonggang.
“Bastard.”
Her voice was very soft. For a moment, Zhang Yonggang didn’t catch it.
Xu Jinhuan smiled. “Didn’t hear me? I’ll say it again. Bastard.”
Zhang Yonggang’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, his face trembling with rage.
“What did you say?!”
In his memory, Fang Niandi had always been meek and submissive. Apart from her pretty face, she was basically someone he could hit and curse at will.
He was used to bullying her. At the slightest displeasure, he would punch and kick her. He had never imagined she would dare speak to him like this.
“You bitch, have you lost your mind?! How dare you talk to your man like that!”
Xu Jinhuan curled her lips into a smile. Blood slowly trickled from her forehead, streaking across her pale face, making her smile appear eerie and glaring.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? You think you’re the man of the house, but you’re worse than the filth in the gutter. Disgusting and dirty. You think you’re worthy of being my man?”
The muscles in Zhang Yonggang’s face twisted with fury. “Damn you!”
Yet Xu Jinhuan merely looked at him with contempt, as if watching a clown on the verge of collapse.
Zhang Yonggang panted heavily, his clenched fists making cracking sounds.
He gave a sinister smile, a cruel curve forming at the corner of his mouth. “Fang Niandi, it’s been years. You’ve become even more stubborn than before. I’ll show you right now whether I’m worthy of being your man or not!”
He violently tore open his clothes, exposing his flabby torso. Ignoring the mess on the floor, he lunged at Xu Jinhuan like a wild beast out of control.
Hatred spread through her chest, but Xu Jinhuan’s gaze remained unnervingly calm. She tightened her grip on the sharp blade in her hand.
It was a shard of glass she had picked up from the floor earlier, its sharp edge glinting coldly under the light.
The moment Zhang Yonggang was about to pounce on her, she suddenly raised the glass shard and, with all her strength, stabbed it toward his chest.
“I want you dead.”
Zhang Yonggang stared in shock. “You—!”
…
In the Maybach.
Qian Du, driving the car, glanced at the man in the back seat who looked “pale” yet remained composed.
“Mr. Wen, next time, please don’t make me help you trick a young lady. Splashing coffee last time was one thing, but this time you’re pretending to be sick. Falling in love really takes a lot of effort.”
Wen Yu had always been rational, his temperament stable to an almost frightening degree.
Even in the face of major crises, he could remain calm and composed. He rarely ordered his subordinates around arrogantly and was not the type of cold, tyrannical boss.
Therefore, those familiar with him could usually crack a harmless joke or two in his presence.
Wen Yu said, “Should I ask Leo to do it next time then?”
Hearing this, Qian Du quickly replied, “Oh, no, that won’t do. Leo is swamped with work as it is. You know, I really enjoy driving and running errands for you. Honestly, it’s all part of an assistant’s job.”The bonus for being a driver this time, going on a field trip, and accompanying the boss to chase his wife is higher than that of a special assistant.
Only a fool wouldn’t do it.
Wen Yu’s management style differs significantly from that of many traditional bosses.
He doesn’t require employees to clock in on time every day, nor does he make empty promises. Instead, he lays out the rewards openly—whoever has the ability can claim them.
As long as the assigned work is completed excellently and the performance looks good,
even if someone only comes in for half a day a week, he won’t say a word.
But Wen Yu also has his bottom line.
For employees who repeatedly mess up their work and are unable to handle their current positions, he shows no mercy in firing them.
Thanks to such management, the employees of the Wen Group never slack off in their work, and the annual financial reports are enough to make even the big shots envious.
As for rest time, Wen Yu does his best not to disturb employees unless absolutely necessary.
Like today, for example—being called by the boss on a weekend to act as a driver and play a part in the “pretend illness” drama.
If it were employees of other companies, they’d probably be complaining and groaning nonstop.
However, under Wen Yu’s “generous rewards,” almost everyone in the president’s office eagerly hopes for the president’s “favor.”
Although such a good opportunity rarely falls to them,
at least they can dream about it.
Ten thousand yuan a day.
Qian Du said, “The photos and videos from the Qixi Festival have been packaged and sent to your email. Please remember to check them.”
Wen Yu nodded. “Mm.”
The car was driving smoothly when suddenly a bolt of lightning split the sky, followed by a thunderous roar.
Qian Du wondered, “Why is it suddenly thundering? Looks like it’s about to rain…”
Wen Yu looked at the gloomy sky, and his heart skipped a beat.
“Drive faster.”
“Yes.”
What was usually an hour-and-a-half drive was forcefully shortened to 40 minutes.
By the time they arrived at “Yihuan” Dessert Shop, it was already pouring rain, with thunder rumbling.
“President Wen, we’re here. You—” Qian Du was about to remind Wen Yu that they had reached their destination when his eyes suddenly widened, and his voice rose with alarm.
“President Wen, something’s happened!”
Wen Yu sharply turned his head to look. Once he saw the scene inside the shop, his expression changed, and without hesitation, he pushed open the car door and rushed into the heavy rain.
Qian Du grabbed an umbrella and ran after him. “President Wen, wait!”
Inside the shop.
Zhang Yonggang’s obese body lay twisted on the ground in an extremely contorted position, the wound on his chest horrifying to behold.
Xu Jinhuan held a blood-stained shard of glass against his neck, her eyes bloodshot as if teetering on the edge of madness.
“Come on! I’m not afraid to die anyway. After I kill you, I’ll kill myself. My life has already been ruined by scum like you…”
“Fang Niandi!” Zhang Yonggang roared, but his voice sounded weak and powerless.
“You damn bitch, how dare you do this to me!”
Xu Jinhuan’s hand trembled, but she resolutely pressed the glass closer to his neck, drawing a bloody line.
“Scum like you can live, so why wouldn’t I dare!”
Zhang Yonggang never expected to be injured like this by a woman. A flash of viciousness crossed his eyes as he snatched the glass shard and lunged fiercely toward Xu Jinhuan.
In the blink of an eye, a kick landed squarely on Zhang Yonggang’s chest, sending him flying backward.
His bulky body crashed like a lump of meat onto the shattered glass covering the floor with a loud thud.
Xu Jinhuan, meanwhile, fell into a warm embrace mixed with the scent of rain.
“Huanhuan, Huanhuan?”Wen Yu cupped Xu Jinhuan’s face, his voice tense. “Look at me, it’s me!”
That voice pierced through the endless darkness, reaching straight into her heart.
The scattered light in Xu Jinhuan’s eyes gradually gathered into a faint glimmer, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
…It was Mr. Wen.
Her consciousness returned, and she saw the person before her clearly, while also taking in the chaotic mess of the entire shop.
Shattered glass, blood covering the floor, the trampled cake…
And she caught sight of Zhang Yonggang still struggling not far away.
At that moment, a wave of panic washed over Xu Jinhuan belatedly.
She had almost killed someone.
If she had killed someone, she would go to prison, confined forever in that sunless cell.
Losing her freedom, losing the joy of making desserts, and even…
Losing him.
Xu Jinhuan felt her hands stained with sticky blood, entangled in a guilt that could never be washed away.
She looked at Wen Yu, so close yet so far, and her emotions suddenly shattered. She pushed him away with all her strength. “Don’t touch me! Don’t… I’m filthy, I’m so filthy!”
Wen Yu paid no heed, gently pulling Xu Jinhuan into his embrace and soothing her softly.
“You’re not filthy. My Huanhuan is clean… Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
“Clean? Hahaha, what a joke!”
Zhang Yonggang, gasping for breath on the floor, sneered, baring his yellowed teeth.
“This bitch was in my bed when she was five, already worn out long ago. Where’s the ‘clean’ in that?”
He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, leering. “No wonder she ran away from me—turns out she’s latched onto a rich man!”
“But it’s fine. Even a worn-out shoe like her, this city slicker doesn’t seem to mind!”