reignition

When Mu Xiaomei saw the scene on the screen, she hadn't even fully realized where Jiang Da was.

Then I heard Lu Bozhou giving instructions to the person on the other end of the phone.

Mu Xiaomei still didn't quite understand what it meant to "make a fuss".

Although I didn't quite understand what he meant, I still felt a vague sense of unease.

Soon, the image on the phone screen began to change.

Jiang Da was originally locked up alone in a room.

But soon other people appeared in the frame.

The two men quickly went to Jiang Da's side and lifted him off the bed.

Soon, the person in the video was screaming and begging for mercy.

"Ah—! Ah, I won't do it again! I won't do it again! I know I was wrong!"

Mu Xiaomei's eyes widened suddenly. She hadn't even seen what the two people were doing when she heard Jiang Da's scream.

Mu Xiaomei panicked, her voice trembling, "What...what did you do? What did you make them do?!"

She reached out and grabbed Lu Bozhou's arm tightly, shaking it violently, "What did you tell them to do? Tell them to stop! Stop!"

"You wanted to see it, so I'll let you see it." Lu Bozhou glanced down at Mu Xiaomei's tightly clenched hands.

He said calmly, "Don't worry, we didn't do anything to him. He's definitely in better shape than before."

Jiang Da used to indulge in drinking, gambling, and whoring; who knows, he might die somewhere no one knows him someday.

Now, I live a very healthy life every day.

"You let him go? Who are you? Why did you do this?" Mu Xiaomei looked at Lu Bozhou with fear in her eyes.

Lu Bozhou took the phone back from her trembling hand with his slender fingers.

"What kind of life he will lead in the future depends on what you do." Lu Bozhou stared at her with a chilling gaze.

"If you stay away from Jiang Mian, your man will be better off. If you show up in front of Jiang Mian like this again..."

Mu Xiaomei heard the young man's voice was low and hoarse, filled with a sense of oppression.

The young man even moved a few steps closer.

The oppressive voice and presence were incredibly palpable.

"Next time, I won't just let you see the surveillance footage. I'll cut off two of his fingers for you."

"After your man is finished, there's your son. If you think they're not worn out fast enough, then keep having more."

"Jiang Mian has a good temper, but I'm not that easy to talk to. I'm just looking for someone to vent my anger on."

Hearing the man's words, Mu Xiaomei didn't dare to move.

My eyes started blinking faster.

"Who...who are you? My family hasn't done anything to you, has it...?" Mu Xiaomei's voice trembled.

Then I saw the man's lips curl into a smile.

His already handsome face now appeared even more sinister.

“Me?” Lu Bozhou said calmly, “I am Jiang Mian’s husband.”

……

In the car.

Zhan Meng's face swelled up immediately, and she put ice-cold mineral water on her face.

Zhan Meng frowned and hissed, "Hiss—!"

"Does it hurt a lot? Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?" Jiang Mian asked with some concern.

"It's nothing," Zhan Meng shook her head. "No need to go to the hospital. It's just... is your mother sick?"

Zhan Meng found it hard to understand, her brows furrowed tightly. "Does she have some kind of masochistic tendency? Didn't you say your dad was always abusive? Isn't it a good thing he's not showing up anymore?"

"Why is your mom getting so anxious?" Zhan Meng found it hard to believe and felt even more sorry for her friend in such a dysfunctional family.

Good heavens. Zhan Meng couldn't even imagine how Jiang Mian got to where she is today.

"Who knows?" Jiang Mian didn't even want to know or understand what Mu Xiaomei's mentality was.

"Change it to another bottle, it's not cold anymore." Song Xun handed over a bottle of iced mineral water from the front seat.

"Thank you." Jiang Mian took it and applied it to Zhan Meng.

But his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the outside of the car window.

He looked in Lu Bozhou's direction.

It's unclear what Lu Bozhou said or did to Mu Xiaomei.

Mu Xiaomei's demeanor was completely different from how she had been in front of Jiang Mian.

His back was hunched over.

Just then, Lu Bozhou suddenly looked up and gazed in Jiang Mian's direction.

Jiang Mian was taken aback!

Even though it's through the car window tint, you shouldn't be able to see it.

But for some reason, she felt as if her eyes had met Lu Bozhou's.

"Press on an ice pack first. If the condition doesn't improve, go to the hospital to get it checked out."

Song Xun turned to look at the injury on Zhan Meng's face, "You've got some real strength."

Jiang Mian sighed softly, "Having farmed for half her life, her strength is truly remarkable."

Jiang Mian looked at Zhan Meng's face with heartache, "You reacted too quickly, why did you shield me? You must have suffered a lot."

"Hiss... I couldn't just watch her hit me, so I reacted instinctively. By the time I realized what was happening, I was already stunned by the slap."

“Besides, it won’t be pleasant for either of us to take the hit, so I’ll do it. Didn’t you say you had a fever a couple of days ago?” Zhan Meng said.

"You shouldn't have come. I'm used to it." Jiang Mian thought that anyone would get angry after being slapped for no reason, but Zhan Meng was actually relieved.

How fortunate I am to have met such good friends in both my past and present lives.

"Who can get used to this..." Zhan Meng pouted, then pulled at the wound on her face, her brows furrowing tightly.

Jiang Mian gestured with her chin toward the front seat, "I was recently beaten, Assistant Song knows about it."

Song Xun said helplessly, "But what this classmate said is not wrong. No one can get used to this."

He looked at Zhan Meng and said, "No matter what, thank you for protecting my wife."

Zhan Meng avoided eye contact, somewhat embarrassed. "Ah. No, you're welcome."

When Song Xun saw that Lu Bozhou had already walked over, he got out of the car and opened the car door for him.

Song Xun had just gotten out of the car.

Zhan Meng anxiously grabbed Jiang Mian's hand, "Mianmian! How am I?"

"What?" Jiang Mian was a little confused.

"Is my face very swollen? Does it look bad? Waaah, will it look awful?"

Jiang Mian blinked blankly, then gradually came to her senses.

This girl wasn't even afraid of being hit. She didn't seem worried about her face getting swollen and unsightly either.

But as soon as Song Xun got out of the car, she immediately became anxious.

Anyone with a brain could easily guess why Jiang Mian did this.

Jiang Mian smiled, her eyes crinkling. "It's a little swollen, but it doesn't look bad. Just keep it on."

Jiang Mian leaned closer to examine Zhan Meng's cheeks. "If they get really swollen, I'll take responsibility..."

Jiang Mian lingered on the last syllable before saying, "...I asked Assistant Song to take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Zhan Meng was taken aback when she heard this, and she immediately understood that Jiang Mian had clearly seen through her thoughts.

Zhan Meng didn't bother to hide anything; she even clenched her fist and said, "Yes!"