At the doorway of the master bedroom stood Jiang Da, holding Han Yunru in his arms, both husband and wife looking utterly stunned.
Jiang Hua’s mind buzzed, like a snapped string.
He hastily averted his gaze and stared at Yang Jinqiu, whose hair he still had in his grip, gritting his teeth: “You—how dare you?!”
The woman was still laughing maniacally, but suddenly her laughter ceased, and her voice turned soft and gentle: “You want to keep up appearances in front of her, but I insist on seeing you fall to pieces—isn’t that fun?”
“Wretched woman—”
Smack! Another loud slap.
Han Yunru cried out in shock.
Jiang Da never imagined he would be so brazen, daring to strike someone even in front of them.
He rushed forward at once and pulled the two apart. “You’re a grown man—what are you doing hitting a woman?!”
That same lecturing tone—Jiang Hua had had enough!
He gave a cold laugh. “This is between husband and wife. What’s it to you? Big Brother, don’t you think you’re meddling too much?”
“Jiang Hua, you shouldn’t hit people.”
“So what if I did? What, you feel bad for her? Want to swap wives with me?”
Bang—
Jiang Da couldn’t take it anymore and landed a punch right on his chin.
Jiang Hua stumbled back and hit the wall with a thud. A metallic taste bloomed in his mouth—he was bleeding.
“Jiang Da, I’ve had it with you!”
He raised his fist and charged.
Jiang Da dodged, but the angle was slightly off, and the fist grazed his cheekbone—leaving a patch red and swollen.
Han Yunru rushed to him, her eyes scanning his face with worry. Her lips trembled in fear: “Are you okay? Did it hurt your eye? Let me see…”
Jiang Da: “I’m fine, don’t worry.”
“You need to go to the hospital, now!”
Their exchange stabbed at Jiang Hua’s eyes, making them burn red.
Especially the look of concern on Han Yunru’s face—it made him seethe with jealousy.
He was also injured, bleeding—why couldn’t she see that?
Back then, she cared so much for him, always considerate and gentle…
“Ah Ru…” Jiang Hua’s lips moved as he murmured in a daze.
His voice wasn’t loud, but the room was so silent, it stood out clearly.
Yang Jinqiu let out a sharp, mocking laugh.
Han Yunru stiffened.
She’d heard it too.
Not just the “Ah Ru,” but the entire quarrel between him and Yang Jinqiu.
How dare he?! How could he?!
Jiang Da’s temple veins pulsed violently. He clenched and unclenched his fists—finally—
“Second Brother! You’ve gone too far!”
Ignoring Han Yunru’s startled cry, he surged forward like a storm. This time, he didn’t hold back—Jiang Hua had no time to defend himself.
“You’ve lost all basic principles and human decency. As your elder brother, I’ll teach you a lesson today!”
With that, he threw a heavy punch.
No mercy.
Jiang Hua’s pupils shrank. “You dare—”
The next second, he took the hit full on.
His vision blurred with stars. “What gives you the right to lecture me? Just because you were born a few years earlier? If I had been born first, you’d have never had the chance to marry—”
Smack! Another punch.
Seeing that things were escalating, Han Yunru hurried to intervene. “Enough, honey. Let’s go home, okay?”
“Ah Ru, let go! Today, I have to teach him a lesson! Show him what he should never even think of doing!”
As he spoke, he raised his fist again.
Han Yunru quickly grabbed his arm and tried to hold him back. “Don’t—”
Jiang Da, in his fury, instinctively brushed aside the obstacle.
Caught off guard, Han Yunru fell to the floor. Her palm landed on a shard of glass. With a muffled gasp of pain, blood began to flow.
Jiang Da’s face changed drastically. He immediately dropped Jiang Hua and turned to scoop Han Yunru into his arms. “Wife? Sweetheart? Does it hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital!”
He said as he lifted her into a bridal carry.
Jiang Hua rushed forward too. Seeing her bleeding hand, with blood trickling down her pale wrist, his eyes darkened. “I’m sorry… it’s all my fault… I shouldn’t have—”
“Get lost!” Jiang Da kicked him hard in the knee.
Jiang Hua stumbled, but still tried to catch up.
Yang Jinqiu had been watching this grand spectacle unfold.
Jiang Da’s loss of control, Jiang Hua’s regret—she had never imagined she’d witness such a scene.
So even the honest, upright man could fight like a wild beast… And even the cold-hearted scumbag could wear a face of genuine remorse…
And it was all because of her—Han Yunru!
Why?
Just because she had a pretty face?
If that face were destroyed, would Jiang Hua stop obsessing over her and return to being a good husband and father?
At that moment, the insane thought consumed Yang Jinqiu’s entire mind.
She glanced at the bloodied glass shards on the floor.
…
Jiang Da was already carrying Han Yunru to the entrance, almost out the door—when Yang Jinqiu suddenly lunged forward, locked the door behind them, and raised a shard of glass, pointing it straight at Han Yunru.
Jiang Da stepped back. “Sister-in-law, what are you doing?”
Yang Jinqiu didn’t respond. Her wild eyes fixed on Han Yunru, emotions surging and crashing within.
“You can’t leave yet.”
Jiang Hua glanced at Han Yunru’s bleeding hand, panic-stricken. He shouted without thinking:
“Crazy woman, get out of the way—”
That was like throwing oil on a fire.
Yang Jinqiu laughed. “Crazy, huh? Fine. Then I’ll show you just how crazy I can be.”
With that, she lunged forward, glass aimed straight for Han Yunru’s face.
The change was too sudden. No one expected her to strike. Jiang Da had no time to dodge—his instincts kicked in as he turned his back and used himself as a shield, tightly protecting Han Yunru in his arms.
Jiang Hua also charged forward, trying to block the glass with his bare hands.
In that split second, the two brothers moved in perfect sync, using their bodies to shield the woman between them, leaving no gaps.
Yang Jinqiu had lost her mind.
The more they cared, the more she wanted to destroy Han Yunru’s face.
When a person is obsessed and willing to do anything, the burst of power is terrifying.
Jiang Hua couldn’t restrain her. He could only watch as she broke free and charged again, shard in hand.
Just as disaster seemed imminent—the door burst open from the outside.
Hu Ben stormed in with a group of men in black. In mere seconds, Yang Jinqiu was restrained.
“Let go of me! I want to tear that vixen’s face apart—”
Smack!
Jiang Fuyue strode up and slapped her across the face.
“If you were aiming that knife at Jiang Hua, I might’ve called you brave. But this? You’re just stupid and vicious. Hu Ben, gag her and take her to the police. Let the law deal with her!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Yang Jinqiu was dragged away.
Jiang Fuyue turned to Han Yunru. “Mom, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” She smiled weakly. Aside from her pale lips, she was safe.
“Honey, put me down.”
“But…”
“I hurt my hand, not my legs. It’s not bleeding much now.”
Only then did Jiang Da gently set her down.
…
The family of three rushed to the nearest hospital.
“Doctor, how is my wife? She lost a lot of blood—will she need stitches?”
The doctor treated the wound while replying without looking up: “Although there was a lot of bleeding, the cut isn’t deep. No glass was embedded, and clotting has already begun. So no stitches are needed. Just be careful—avoid water to prevent infection. All done.”
Jiang Da: “Thank you, doctor!”
Han Yunru pressed her lips together. She didn’t need to say a word—Jiang Da already knew she was thirsty.
“Yueyue, stay with your mom. I’ll go get some hot water.”
“Okay.”
As Jiang Da walked to the door, he almost bumped into an elderly man.
“Oh—” He reached out to steady him. “Are you alright, sir?”
“…I’m fine.” Han Qishan waved his hand, eyeing Jiang Da with a look of scrutiny.
Jiang Da scratched his head, confused. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“The people inside—they’re your family?”
“Oh, yes—my wife and daughter.”
So it was true!
With that confirmed, the old man’s heart sank. His gaze toward Jiang Da turned cold and critical.
Jiang Da: “?”
Han Qishan had followed them from Jiang Hua’s house.
To be precise, he had only arrived a step behind Jiang Fuyue. The scene had been chaotic, with neighbors crowding around, so he blended in unnoticed.
But he’d seen everything.
His little Ru… had been hurt like that. The blood on the shattered glass stabbed his old eyes and almost brought tears.
And this man—her husband—hadn’t prevented any of it. He couldn’t even protect her when it happened.
To the old man, that was more than just a failure—it was unacceptable.
