After The Divorce, My Dad Was Abused and Cried - Chapter 38
The gang of thugs who had just been beaten to the point of questioning their life choices now wore extremely complicated expressions.
“Boss, why didn’t you tell me before… that woman’s this damn good at fighting?”
“Hell if I knew! That b1tch tricked me. Next time… don’t let me run into her again!” their leader muttered, face full of frustration.
But Jian Muyu, who had already left, had no idea that this wasn’t just a simple mugging.
It had been orchestrated.
At this moment, she had already returned to the hospital.
Meanwhile, someone else had witnessed the entire scene.
“President, I didn’t see wrong, did I? Just now… that really was the young madam?” Yu Xiu asked, his tone full of disbelief.
Sitting in the back seat, Xi Peijue’s eyes were still fixed on the direction Jian Muyu had left.
He hadn’t been following her deliberately.
It was just by chance that he passed by and happened to see her chasing a man.
So he had Yu Xiu tail her.
When he saw her being surrounded by that gang, he didn’t get out right away.
He wanted to give her a lesson.
He wanted her to remember—don’t risk your life for money!
How dare she chase down thugs all on her own.
But who would’ve thought… instead of being in danger, she would absolutely thrash the lot of them.
After all their time married, he had never known her to be this skilled.
Or… had that gentle, demure façade she once showed all been an act?
Xi Peijue’s expression darkened.
Then he gave Yu Xiu a glance.
“Handle those men.”
“Yes, sir!” Yu Xiu immediately got out of the car.
…
Once Yu Xiu left, Xi Peijue drove off to catch up with Jian Muyu.
She was just about to hail a taxi when a black sedan pulled up beside her.
She knew that car far too well.
The window rolled down—and sure enough, there sat Xi Peijue.
What rotten luck.
When they were married, she could barely catch a glimpse of him.
Now that they had nothing to do with each other, she seemed to bump into him everywhere.
“Get in.” Xi Peijue’s tone was low and commanding.
“No need. I still have something to do. You should go.” Jian Muyu was in a rush to return to the hospital.
She had no time to waste tangling with him.
“This is the last time I’ll ask. Will you get in on your own, or do I have to carry you in?” His voice was firm, leaving no room for refusal.
Jian Muyu: “…”
Thinking back to the two previous times she had been hauled off like a sack of grain, she grit her teeth and finally got into his car.
But once she was inside, Xi Peijue didn’t drive away.
Instead, he opened the compartment beside him and took out a first-aid kit.
“Put your foot up.” His voice was calm, but carried authority.
“What are you doing?” Jian Muyu instinctively pulled her foot back instead of offering it.
His brows immediately furrowed.
Without another word, he reached out, grabbed her ankle, and lifted her foot onto his knee.
“You—!” Jian Muyu instinctively tried to pull away.
But he pressed her foot down firmly and snapped,
“Don’t move!”
That tone… it was the same one he used to scold her with whenever she misbehaved back then.
And just like before, she fell quiet almost by instinct.
Seeing her settle, he opened the first-aid kit and pulled out disinfectant and cotton swabs.
Only then did Jian Muyu notice she had a cut on her foot—probably from the scuffle earlier.
She hadn’t even realized it until now.
So… the reason he insisted she get in the car was because he’d seen the injury?
She stared at him in a daze.
At that moment, the disinfectant-soaked cotton swab pressed against her wound.
The sting made her suck in a sharp breath.
“You still know pain?” Xi Peijue looked up at her, his brows stormy.
“Of course I know pain. I’m made of flesh, not iron,” she muttered.
Why was it that every time she saw him, he wore that same grim face?
And yet he never let her go.
“If you know your body’s made of flesh, you ought to use your brain!” His voice was cold and cutting.
Clearly, he’d seen her fight with those thugs.
And his words carried a warning.
“They were just some street punks. They couldn’t do anything to me,” she huffed.
“You think you’re that good? Today you were just lucky—they were weaklings. If they’d had weapons, or if there were more of them, do you really think you’d have walked away unscathed?”
His voice grew even harsher as he glared at her stubborn defiance.
“That’s my business. What does it have to do with you?” she muttered under her breath.
“What did you say?” His eyes darkened, his tone dangerous.
“…Nothing.” She quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze.
He knew that look all too well.
She might say the words, but inside, she was still unwilling.
Just like before.
This temper of hers… it hadn’t changed at all.
Although fury simmered in him, his hands were gentle as he treated her wound.
The cut wasn’t deep—likely scraped by a sharp stone.
After cleaning it, he covered it carefully with band-aids.
“Next time, use your head. If you run into robbers, call for help!” he scolded as he put the kit aside.
Jian Muyu finally pulled her foot back.
Looking at the band-aid’s cute cartoon pattern, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
Who would’ve thought Xi Peijue of all people would have such childish taste?
“This is for kids. Fits you perfectly.” He noticed her gaze and spoke in a low voice.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She frowned.
“It means your brain works like a child’s.” He rolled his eyes at her.
Jian Muyu: “…”
No—you’re the child! Your whole family are children!
Grinding her teeth, she pulled out her phone.
“What are you doing?” he asked, brows furrowing.
“Sending you the medical fee! Even a child doesn’t owe favors!” she snapped, biting her lip.
Then she sent a red packet of 250 yuan to Duan Qianhao.
But Xi Peijue’s phone remained silent.
Huh?
What’s going on?
Why hadn’t Duan Qianhao forwarded the money yet?
“And where’s the medical fee?” Xi Peijue asked in all seriousness.
Jian Muyu: “…”