"Still thinking about her, huh? Did I go too easy on you last time? I should have broken both your legs! You've got no skill but plenty of nerve, daring to covet my wife..."
Dong Jian had been harboring resentment since the last time he was beaten and the man had escaped without paying a cent or taking any responsibility, simply because he had no money or power.
Upon meeting again, he was immediately cursed at. Unable to restrain himself, Dong Jian grabbed the man by the collar and punched him in the face.
The man was shorter than Dong Jian and spent his days on the drinking table, never exercising, his belly resembling an inflated balloon.
Though he looked plump and soft, he had no strength. Dong Jian's punch sent him to the ground.
Zeng Hui, afraid of being heard by people outside, closed the office door and drew the curtains.
Seeing that Dong Jian was there for revenge, the man opened his mouth to shout. Zeng Hui quickly used her advantages to rush forward, grabbed a stool, and wedged it against him, then sat on the stool, pinning him down.
"Stuff his mouth before you hit him. Hit him hard."
Dong Jian's gaze shifted to the tape on a nearby cabinet.
He securely wrapped the man's mouth with several layers of tape, then proceeded to punch and kick him. Feeling refreshed, the two left.
Dong Jian's heart began to pound belatedly.
"There's surveillance here, they'll definitely report it. If they arrest me, say it was all me. I'll repay you when I get out, and please take care of my mother."
Zeng Hui laughed at him, "You're too useless. He beat you without taking responsibility, and you have to take responsibility after beating him? If we just deny everything, what can they do to us?"
"Stand up straight, bring back that unrestrained look you used to have. Do as I say, don't overthink things!"
The two returned to the car and watched the factory entrance from across the road.
Soon, the ex-girlfriend appeared, flustered, helping the man into the car.
As she helped him walk, she was scolding him, surely blaming him for causing trouble again.
Seeing the lingering affection in his eyes as he looked at his ex-girlfriend, Zeng Hui sneered.
"Are you really that inexperienced with women? After all this, in her eyes you're worse than a pig or a dog, and you're still thinking about her?"
"I am. After all I've sacrificed for her, I never had the chance to 'handle' her back then."
A hint of coldness flickered in Dong Jian's eyes.
"This is what she owes me. If she doesn't repay it in this lifetime, I will never be satisfied."
Zeng Hui's wicked thought was understandable to her.
"I'll satisfy you, right in front of her husband. Let's go."
The two followed them at a moderate distance to the hospital, parking their car a row behind theirs. While the couple went in for their examination, Zeng Hui secretly punctured one of their rear tires.
An hour later, the couple came out and drove away. As expected, less than three traffic lights later, the car stopped on the side of the road.
The tire was completely flat and undrivable.
The two got out to examine it. The man took out his phone and started making calls.
After watching for a while, Zeng Hui calmly got out of the car and walked towards the man.
The man had just finished his call, pointing at his wife's nose and cursing her for bringing bad luck. Seeing Zeng Hui, he froze, then roared,
"It's you? This bitch, she and Dong Jian came to find me today! I was just about to report you to the police, and you're walking right up to me. You've got guts!"
"You wait, don't run. I'll call people right now..."
Zeng Hui interrupted him, "Don't get excited, I'm not running. Not only am I not running, I plan to invite you to wait in my car. Dare to join me?"
The man's hand, holding the phone, paused. "Wait in your car? What trick are you playing now?"
Zeng Hui said, "He's a cripple, and I'm a woman. You're on guard now, what can you do?"
"Your wife harmed him to this extent, and you beat him this badly. It's not much for him to hit you a couple of times to vent his anger, is it?"
"He has cancer and is dying. There's no point in arresting him. Someone who doesn't want to live will continue to trouble you after they get out. He knows which school your child attends..."
"You!"
"Let's not talk so much. I'll try to persuade him, and I'll persuade you too. Let's be a peacemaker. How about this, we all have a meal together, and we'll openly discuss everything today. You apologize to him for what happened in the past, and he'll promise not to harass you anymore. How about it?"
The man looked furious. How could he sit down and talk with a useless cripple?
But the woman was clearly guilty and pleaded with him.
"Husband. Forget it, don't report him. He's already gone through so much, this trick won't work on him."
"She's right. If he comes looking for us again after getting out... At worst, I'll apologize to him. You don't say anything, and let this matter pass, okay?"
Unable to resist his wife's pitiful pleading, the man, after a few minutes of stubbornness, followed Zeng Hui to their car.
Glancing at the car's body, it was quite nice.
"Whose car is this?"
"Mine. Dong Jian saved my life. He's my savior."
Zeng Hui led them to the rented house she was staying in. Upon entering, she poured them water and quickly ordered takeout.
"You're injured, and his leg is like this. We'll make a spectacle of ourselves if we go out. Let's just eat at home."
"It'll be delivered soon. Let's chat first."
Dong Jian had changed into new clothes that Zeng Hui had bought for Chen Dongyang.
Complementing his young, refined features, when he sat still, his crippled leg wasn't apparent, making him quite a sight.
The ex-girlfriend scrutinized him and then apologized.
Zeng Hui signaled Dong Jian to say more and stall for time.
The two chatted for a good ten minutes in front of her husband before the takeout arrived.
Zeng Hui went downstairs to get it and returned with a bottle of wine.
"Let's not talk about the past anymore. Let it be the past. Let's all look forward. Things will get better and better. I propose we all have a drink together."
The woman drank first. The man hesitated, unwilling to drink.
Zeng Hui chided him, "You're a grown man, running a business at that, and you don't have this much composure? You've already crippled someone for life and you're still not satisfied? Do you want endless retribution?"
After a few sharp words, he also drank the wine.
Dong Jian raised his glass to drink, but Zeng Hui stopped him.
"Don't drink. You're about to die. The doctor said you can't have alcohol, and I don't want you to die at my place. Have tea instead."
She didn't drink herself either.
This matter had nothing to do with her. She was just an intermediary, and she still had to drive them home later.
The ex-girlfriend and her husband each drank three cups, and then everyone started eating.
As they ate, the couple's state began to become hazy.
They felt dizzy and weak. The man then realized and pointed at Zeng Hui.
"You? You tampered with it? You put something in the drinks?"
Zeng Hui smiled, "Yes. For our esteemed guests, shouldn't I add a little something extra?"
"You can't move, right? Then don't move, just sit and watch the show. Dong Jian, it's your turn to perform."