“Still want to argue?” Jiang Fuyue asked.
Lin Xiaowen immediately shook her head. A smart person doesn’t take a loss when it’s staring them in the face.
Jiang Fuyue nodded at Cao Dou. He stepped forward and removed the rag from Lin Xiaowen’s mouth.
Next up was Yang Jinqiu. She glared angrily at Jiang Fuyue and lifted her chin with arrogance, refusing to give in.
Jiang Fuyue didn’t force her. Since she was willing, then let her keep her mouth plugged.
Lin Xiaowen let out a cold laugh and inwardly cursed, idiot.
Seeing that Jiang Fuyue really had no intention of saving her any face, Yang Jinqiu was seething.
“Tsk tsk, how pitiful…” Lin Xiaowen muttered, half sighing.
Jiang Fuyue shot her a cold glance, and she immediately shut her mouth.
Jiang Da held his wife in his arms, then turned to ask his daughter, “Yueyue, how should we handle this?”
Jiang Fuyue glanced lightly at Lin Xiaowen and Yang Jinqiu. “I called Second Uncle on the way here. Based on the time, he should be arriving any minute now.”
Lin Xiaowen’s eyes flickered.
But Yang Jinqiu suddenly panicked. She started struggling violently and making muffled sounds.
Jiang Fuyue looked at her.
Her expression abruptly softened, and she shook her head—clearly saying: I won’t argue anymore, take this thing out of my mouth.
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow. “…Little Douzi.”
Cao Dou understood and stepped up to remove the rag from Yang Jinqiu’s mouth.
“Jiang Fuyue, you—”
“What? Second Aunt still doesn’t remember her lesson? Then let’s put it back in.” Her tone was calm and indifferent.
Yang Jinqiu instantly froze and dared not speak again.
Soon, Jiang Hua arrived.
The scene before him was a bit absurd—his wife and mistress were each held by a male staff member, while Jiang Da’s family of three stood nearby, like spectators at a show.
He couldn’t help but glance at Han Yunru.
She was leaning into Jiang Da’s arms, brows slightly furrowed. Jiang Hua suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment.
“…That’s what happened. Second Brother, how do you want to handle it?” Jiang Da briefly recounted the events. Han Yunru stood beside him the whole time.
At that moment, a flash of anger passed through Jiang Hua’s eyes. His gaze toward Jiang Da turned harsh.
Was it really necessary to say all that—especially in her presence?!
Jiang Fuyue noticed it and was about to study it more closely, but Jiang Hua had already composed himself and hidden all emotion.
“This time I’ve troubled Big Brother and… Big Sister-in-law. I’m truly sorry.”
Jiang Da sighed, “Second Brother, really… why would you do something like this to your own family…” Keep a mistress, of all things.
Han Yunru didn’t look at Jiang Hua, but hearing Jiang Da’s words, she couldn’t help frowning slightly.
A flash of anger crossed Jiang Hua’s eyes. “Big Brother should worry about himself!”
With that, he turned and left, taking Lin Xiaowen and Yang Jinqiu with him.
Cao Dou did a good job managing the aftermath. Though a few nosy onlookers posted videos online, it didn’t cause a big stir.
Jiang Ji’s Private Kitchen resumed normal operations.
But Jiang Fuyue kept thinking about the way Jiang Hua looked and acted after he entered the room—those few glances and shifts in emotion had puzzled her.
He seemed furious. Although he was doing his best to suppress it, that only proved just how strong the emotions were—so strong that he was on the verge of losing control.
Otherwise, why would he need to suppress it at all?
But what was strange… was that this anger wasn’t aimed at Yang Jinqiu or Lin Xiaowen—it was aimed at… Jiang Da?
Why?
Jiang Hua being caught with a mistress had nothing to do with Jiang Da.
The kindling was set by Lin Xiaowen. The spark was lit by Yang Jinqiu. Was Jiang Hua just mad because the “fire” happened inside Jiang Da’s restaurant?
But Jiang Fuyue saw clearly—this wasn’t misdirected frustration.
This was direct rage.
Jiang Hua’s anger was aimed straight at Jiang Da.
From the moment Jiang Da opened his mouth to speak.
Why?
…..
“Why?” Yang Jinqiu sat in the car, her voice hoarse, dazed as she asked the question.
It was like the moment they walked out of Jiang Ji’s Private Kitchen, all of her emotions had drained away—no more hysteria, no more tantrums. She looked as if her soul had been sucked out, her eyes filled only with emptiness and confusion.
Jiang Hua gripped the steering wheel with both hands, staring straight ahead.
He didn’t look embarrassed or guilty. He drove smoothly and steadily.
Lin Xiaowen had returned to her apartment on her own.
He was driving Yang Jinqiu home.
Upon hearing her question, he responded calmly, “If you have something to say, wait till we get home.”
Yang Jinqiu fell silent. For a brief moment, a flicker of regret and fear arose in her heart.
Regret that… maybe she shouldn’t have made a scene today.
Fear that… when they got home, Jiang Hua might ask for a divorce.
With that fear hanging over her, they eventually arrived. As they got out and walked in together, neighbors smiled and greeted them, and Yang Jinqiu responded one by one, acting as if nothing had happened.
She even had the illusion that everything earlier was just a dream.
But the moment the door closed—
SLAP—!
Jiang Hua raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.
Yang Jinqiu was flung into the wall, her head slamming against it, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her skull.
So it wasn’t a dream.
Dreams don’t hurt.
This was a reality crueler than any dream.
“You… hit me?” She covered her face, staring at her husband in disbelief.
SLAP—!
Jiang Hua struck her again with the back of his hand. “Yes, I meant to hit you today!”
This one was even harder than the first.
Yang Jinqiu’s vision blurred, her ears rang, and the taste of blood filled her mouth.
She slid helplessly down the wall, finally collapsing onto the floor in utter humiliation.
Jiang Hua didn’t waver. His gaze held only fury—and disgust.
