How Dare He Bully My Wife

“N-nothing. It was just a misunderstanding,” Team Leader Zhou said with a chuckle, trying to ingratiate himself. “Boss, what brings you here?”

“Is that so?” Jiang Zhou ignored Team Leader Zhou and looked down at the pale man in his arms. “What happened? I want to hear it from you.”

Meeting Jiang Zhou’s gaze made Chen Ju nervous again. The spot at his waist where Jiang Zhou held him felt as if it were burning. He could sense the strange looks everyone around them was giving the two of them.

Chen Ju lowered his head to avoid Jiang Zhou’s gaze, then shifted to the side, putting some distance between them.

“N-no, nothing happened,” Chen Ju said softly. He hadn’t calmed down yet, and his voice still trembled slightly.

“See? I told you it was a misunderstanding. Little Chen and I have always gotten along well!” Team Leader Zhou came over and familiarly tried to put an arm around Chen Ju’s shoulder, but Jiang Zhou caught his hand before he could touch him.

Jiang Zhou’s face was as cold as frost. His grip was so forceful it seemed he would crush the man’s bones. Team Leader Zhou yelped in pain, and when Jiang Zhou let go, he immediately clutched his wrist and backed away.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Jiang Zhou’s gaze was icy. Then he turned to Chen Ju and asked in a low voice, “I’ll ask you again. What happened?”

Chen Ju gripped the hem of his clothes, his eyes fixed on his shoes. In that moment, he seemed to be back in that narrow, dim storage room. Chen Yifa sat nearby, clutching his broken game console and wailing, while countless pairs of eyes stared at Chen Ju with disgust.

“He stole my game console and, and broke it! Waaah, I want a new one! It’s my birthday today, and I want a new one!” Chen Yifa sat on the floor, kicking his legs and crying petulantly...