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Mu Zhiyuan finally managed to get back on his feet. The two bodyguards behind him wanted to help, but both had dislocated arms, rendering them powerless in the moment.
With a heavy spit, Mu Zhiyuan exclaimed, "Shen Jingyu, are you so desperate to chase women that you can't even go home to see your mother? Do you know that when she returned this afternoon, she started coughing up blood? The doctor said she might be seriously ill and could be dying soon!"
Shen Jingyu's gaze darkened with a hint of menace. He knew all too well that Deng Xiaoya had only found Su Xing today because of Mu Zhiyuan's scheming behind the scenes.
"Oh, right! You wouldn't want her to live, would you? After all, she's the one who killed your father. If she dies, wouldn't that settle your score?" Shen Jingyu continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Back then, my brother liked you so much, and she turned a blind eye to it. I was quite grateful to her for that. Why don't you have a good talk with my brother? I can help you take care of her in the Mu Family until the end."
Unlike the previous day when he had been furious and ready to fight, Shen Jingyu held back today. However, Su Xing could no longer tolerate the situation. With a swift spinning kick, her heel struck Mu Zhiyuan's temple, sending him crashing back to the ground.
The patrons at the bar and in the dance floor had settled their tabs and left. Only the house band remained, too afraid to look on.
"Mu Zhiyuan, do you want to change those rotten teeth of yours?" Su Xing taunted. "Do you believe I could kick out all your teeth and replace them with donkey teeth?"
"Damn it! Su Xing, you foul woman! You're asking for death!" Mu Zhiyuan shouted back.
After falling, he landed on his right side, blood oozing from his mouth where his teeth had cut into his flesh. Every word he spoke only made it worse. He had suffered so much humiliation in front of these two!
He had merely been infatuated with Shen Jingyu once upon a time, but then some unknown man had completely ruined him. After marrying, he had been at odds with his wife, who surprisingly bore him a child. How could he not resent Shen Jingyu?
He swore he would not rest until he avenged this grudge!
Determined to charge at them again, Mu Zhiyuan was fueled by anger—he refused to believe he couldn't overpower a woman!
Just as Su Xing was about to shake off her wrist and engage in battle, Shen Jingyu stepped in front of her protectively and delivered a powerful punch that knocked out two of Mu Zhiyuan's front teeth.
Mu Zhiyuan felt dizzy, stars dancing before his eyes. He struggled for barely two seconds before collapsing to the ground, unable to rise.
Shen Jingyu, with a cold expression, made a phone call and then said to Su Xing, "I need to check on my mother's condition."
Seeing his serious demeanor, Su Xing naturally refrained from saying much. However, she hoped it wasn't because of her that he was upset. If something irreparable happened, she would feel very guilty.
"Go ahead. If you need anything, you can contact me," Su Xing expressed her concern for Shen Jingyu.
But the straightforward man misunderstood her entirely: "Then I'll come back tomorrow morning to take you to the civil affairs bureau." Without giving Su Xing a chance to respond, Shen Jingyu strode away.
Su Xing had intended to arrange for someone to drive him, but when she went outside, there was no sign of his car in the parking lot!
With a headache, she returned to the bar. Mu Zhiyuan was still lying on the ground, and the bodyguards were in such disarray that they couldn't even make a phone call.
Su He lamented that Shen Jingyu had managed to knock out someone's front teeth with a single punch, leaving them so dazed they couldn't even speak. It was quite impressive.
He turned to Su Xing and began lecturing her: "Sister, look at how violent Shen Jingyu is! He's incredibly dangerous; you really can't get close to him! Otherwise, he'll leave you as nothing but scraps!"
"I just heard he wants to force you to go to the civil affairs bureau; that's absolutely not okay! You should come home tonight!"
Su Xing silently opened her palm and ran her fingers through her hair from her forehead: "If I end up as nothing but scraps, it would definitely be your fault!"
Su He looked at his sister with dissatisfaction, his expression silently venting his frustration.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and deal with these messes!" he snapped. "Do you really need me to handle it myself?!"
Su Xing found herself speechless at Su He's thick-headedness. However, even if there had been fights in the past, it was always Yang Zekai who handled them. This time, Su He truly seemed out of his depth.
He called over a few bartenders and prepared to lift Mu Zhiyuan and throw him out the door, unsure if they should send him to the hospital or not. Judging by his expression, Su He didn't dare ask Su Xing what they should do next.
Fortunately, at that moment, Luo Hao unexpectedly arrived with a few people. He greeted Su Xing and directly instructed his men to bring Mu Zhiyuan and his group over.
Su Xing looked at Su He, who seemed indifferent and unambitious, and shook her head lightly, letting out a silent sigh.
That night, Su Xing stayed at the bar until the early hours of the morning. She initially thought about enduring a little longer, but she couldn't help but feel an urge to return to Xing Yu Mansion. She wasn't sure what kind of feeling it was, but the image of Shen Jingyu leaving with a pained expression lingered in her mind, making her feel particularly unsettled. It was as if, subconsciously, she believed that returning to Xing Yu Mansion would somehow bring her closer to him.
At three in the morning, she finally asked the attendant to drive her back. In the car, Su Xing felt drowsy for a while. When they reached the entrance of the underground parking lot of her community, she told the attendant to take a taxi home instead. After all, it was late, and if he waited for her to come out, it would take him quite a while; she wasn't one to exploit others.
However, due to this moment of carelessness, when Su Xing's car reached what she thought was the heavily guarded underground parking lot of her community, an unexpected incident occurred.
When Shen Jingyu returned to the Mu Family home, Deng Xiaoya was frantically smashing things. Mu Zhenhua had locked her in a room that lacked any sharp edges or corners.
Shen Jingyu was not unfamiliar with such situations; they occasionally happened. However, he had experienced it firsthand before and knew how uncomfortable it felt to witness it in person.
Mu Zhenhua emerged from a neighboring room only after Shen Jingyu returned.
"Jing Yu is back," he said calmly. There was no dislike for Shen Jingyu nor any particular difference in his demeanor towards him. As a second husband, he had never complained about Deng Xiaoya's behavior either; that was commendable enough.
"Your mother’s situation has been seen by family doctors. If sent to the hospital, she would likely be transferred to a psychiatric ward—definitely not as comfortable as home."
For this reason, he had never sent her away before. But unexpectedly today, after medical examinations, it turned out that your mother's various health indicators were quite poor; there were likely multiple cancer cells in her body.
Once this illness is discovered, it is already in its late stages.
Shen Jingyu felt troubled but knew this was all caused by his mother’s own actions. Living in such an abnormal way would eventually lead her body to issue warnings!
"Mu Zhiyuan, you’ve worked hard," Shen Jingyu thought. He couldn't say he was particularly grateful but felt that considering he could take care of his mother-in-law even just a little bit was something.
Sighing inwardly, he reminded himself that after all, he had married your mother. This was ultimately his responsibility. He knew he hadn’t done as well as your father; otherwise, your mother wouldn’t be so reluctant to let go.
He actually felt quite wronged, having married a wife who he couldn't touch or hold, and who he couldn't even openly present to the world.
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