President, please comfort me.

Wen Qi was already immune to his occasional nagging: "Stop joking around, let's go, the car's over there, do you want to go home or to the Tang Dynasty Family?"

Yang Xu casually put the gift box into his pocket, then, like two buddies, he put his arm around Wen Qi's shoulder and followed her toward the car.

As the two approached, Yang Xu exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, where did you get this car? It's so girly."

"It was a gift from an elder on Aunt Tang's side. It's a bit complicated. I'll tell you about it later."

"Ah."

After the two got into the car, Yang Xu asked, "Are they good to you?"

"That's good, but you haven't told us where you're going yet."

“When I returned to the Tang Dynasty family, my parents didn’t even know I was back.”

"Okay, are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat outside?"

"I'm hungry, but I want to eat your tomato and egg noodles."

"Okay, then buy the ingredients on your phone first."

"No need, there's a 24-hour convenience store downstairs, I'll buy it later."

"Row."

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After Yang Xu came out, A Biao started his 'rat-a-tat-tat' reporting mode: Boss, your wife came to the airport to pick up a man... She bought him a bouquet of flowers, and the two hugged... Then the man put his arm around your wife and got into the car, and they left.

After one hour.

Ah Biao continued his report: Boss, they parked their car at Datang Shijia, and his wife went shopping with him... After they finished shopping, they came out and went upstairs together.

Ah Biao's news was becoming increasingly dubious. Just as he was hesitating whether to go upstairs with Xiao He, Xiao He replied: "Come with me, I'll be there soon."

The Tang Dynasty Family Mansion was only three streets away from Chunfeng Lane. Xiao He took the car keys, got into the car, stepped on the gas, and the car shot off with a "whoosh."

The Xiao family's car had no trouble getting through the road. After stopping, Xiao and his companion arrived at Yang Xu's house based on A Biao's location.

During their university years, Wen Qi and Lan Ling visited their friends Chen Nuo and Yang Xu in the capital several times. So, after the two went upstairs, she easily carried the things into the kitchen.

Yang Xu took out the gift box and placed it on the coffee table, then lay sprawled out on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Ten minutes later, Wen Qi brought out the noodles: "Come and eat your noodles. Get some rest after you finish. I'm going back now. Let's meet again tomorrow."

Yang Xu responded and was getting up from the sofa when he heard a knock on the door. Just as he was wondering who it was, another knocking, even more urgent, began.

Ah Biao stood at the door, banging on it vigorously, while Xiao He stood behind him, smoking and watching coldly.

"Who is it?" Yang Xu wondered, and opened the door while calling out.

Before I could even see who was at the door, I felt a gust of cold wind blow in my face.

The moment the door opened, Xiao He pushed A Biao aside, took two steps forward, grabbed Yang Xu by the front of his shirt with his left hand, clenched his right fist, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Grass--"

Yang Xu was caught off guard and took a solid punch, falling face-first to the ground like a dog.

Before he could even get up, Xiao He raised his foot again, ready to kick him.

Upon hearing Yang Xu's scream, Wen Qi immediately put down her chopsticks and ran over, only to see Xiao He with a gloomy expression, about to kick him.

Without thinking twice, she rushed over and used all her strength to push Xiao He away, then squatted down and helped Yang Xu up.

She looked at Xiao He, instantly flew into a rage, and shouted at him angrily, "Xiao He, what are you doing!"

Wen Qi's anger, tension, and heartache were all displayed on her delicate face, which was extremely irritating to Xiao He. He said with a cold, icy expression, "Beat him up."

Yang Xu raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and the bright red color immediately stained his hand. He was genuinely annoyed: "Are you fucking crazy? Who the hell are you?"

Xiao didn't even glance at him, staring at Wen Qi, and stepped forward to pull her towards the door. Wen Qi struggled and backed away, saying, "Let go, let go, what are you doing?"

Seeing that he dared to pull Wen Qi, Yang Xu was even more furious. He rushed forward and pretended to hit Xiao He.

Seeing this, Xiao He released Wen Qi and pushed her aside, then turned around and immediately started tearing at Yang Xu.

Xiao He was extremely skilled in martial arts, but Yang Xu was no weakling either. The two exchanged blows, and in no time, both of them had bruises on their faces.

Only then did Wen Qi notice A Biao leaning against the door. She rushed over again, shouting angrily, "Let go of him! Stop hitting him! A Biao, what are you standing there for? Come and help!"

To be honest, Ah Biao had reached the point of worshipping Xiao He and felt there was nothing he could do to help him. After all, even if he and Ah Chen joined forces, they couldn't beat Xiao He, so there was no need to worry about him suffering a loss.

If Wen Qi knew what he was thinking, she would probably be furious.

Since his sister-in-law had spoken, Ah Biao had no choice but to listen. He slowly walked over to act as a peacemaker: "Boss, why don't we ask her first?"

With Wen Qi caught between the two, Xiao He and Yang Xu, fearing they might accidentally hurt her, surprisingly managed to let go of her hand at the same time.

Yang Xu staggered backward a few steps and fell onto the sofa, accidentally knocking over a blue gift box on the coffee table with a loud bang.

Xiao He's gaze followed the sound, and in an instant, anger surged within him. Ah, so it was meant for him.

It's all because of his excellent eyesight. He casually turned his head and saw a bowl of steaming hot tomato and egg noodles on a table not far away.

He turned to look at Wen Qi, his tone commanding: "Come home with me!"

Wen Qi ignored Xiao He's words and walked towards the sofa to help Yang Xu up. She was full of resentment and glared at Xiao He without giving him any face: "Why did you hit my friend without even asking what happened? Apologize to him!"

Xiao He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Apologize? I'm just asking you if you're going home or not. If you come back with me, I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise... I'll make him regret it!"

Wen Qi stared intently at him: "What do you mean? Tell me what happened that made you come all this way to beat him up?"

"In a society governed by the rule of law, I'd like to see what you can do to us." Without waiting for Xiao He's reply, she took out the first-aid kit from under the coffee table and began applying ointment to Yang Xu's wound.

Xiao He wasted no time, turning to leave while uttering a harsh threat: "Then you can try."

Ah Biao looked completely bewildered and silently followed him out of the room one after the other.

Yang Xu, being a native of the capital, calmed down upon hearing Xiao He's name. No wonder he looked familiar: "Ouch, ouch, Grandma, be gentle, it hurts."

Seeing Yang Xu's bruised and swollen face, resembling a pig's head, Wen Qi's tears fell like pearls. She felt terrible and said, "Okay, okay, bear with it. I'll be gentle."

Her crying immediately alarmed Yang Xu. Forgetting his own safety, he hurriedly got up to comfort her: "Hey, hey, don't cry, Grandma, I'm not in pain, I'm not in pain, please don't cry."

The more Wen Qi thought about it, the more upset she became. Emotions from all directions surged into her heart like a torrent, so she simply lay down on the sofa and cried her heart out.

After sobbing for a while, Yang Xu managed to coax them to stop. What he feared most was not being beaten, but Wen Qi and Lan Ling crying so hard they felt like they would cry a hole in the ground before they would stop.

Ten minutes later, seeing that she had calmed down, Yang Xu asked, "How do you know Xiao He? He's the only son of the Xiao family, the richest family in the capital, and the current president of the Xiao Group. He's also very famous in the capital..." He hesitated for a moment.

Wen Qi wiped away her tears, her face pale as she glanced at him sideways: "What?"

Yang Xu was a little excited: "Big bad guy! Big bad guy in the capital! He's incredibly shrewd in business, and I've heard he's also extremely arrogant in private. That's what everyone in the rich young men's circle in the capital I used to hang out with said."

Wen Qi frowned as she listened: "A big bad guy? It can't be that bad."

"I don't quite understand. I retired from the entertainment industry later, and you still haven't answered me. How did you meet him?"

Wen Qi pouted and said, "His mother is the Aunt Tang I was talking about."

Yang Xu's eyes widened, and his mouth twisted into a circle: "What?! Really?"

"Really? Don't move around. Maybe we should go to the hospital. It's swollen badly." Wen Qi reached out and poked his injured masseter muscle.

"Ugh... I'm not going. Just wipe me down for now, we can talk about the rest tomorrow." Yang Xu was very reluctant to go to the hospital and lay down again like a coward.

He added, "By the way, isn't Xinwang Hehe under the Xiao family's umbrella? Damn, what a strange coincidence!"

"Oh no, oh no, we really messed up with him today. He just said he'd make me disappear. Am I not going to see the sun rise tomorrow?"

Yang Xu continued talking to himself, finally resigned to his fate, and forced himself to say, "It's okay, don't be afraid. Your brother Xu would rather lose his job than not protect you."