When He Learned His Wife Was Injured, His Heart Ached

“Jiang Zhou, are you even human?!” Song Yuan grabbed Chen Ju by the wrist and shielded him behind his back. “What did Brother Chen ever do to you for you to hit him so viciously?”

“Song Yuan, d-don’t say any more.” Chen Ju hurriedly grabbed Song Yuan, stopping him from continuing.

But Song Yuan was still furious and continued, “Even if Brother Chen is easygoing, that doesn’t give you the right to bully him!”

“He’s mine. What I do to him is none of your business.” Jiang Zhou spoke coldly, grabbed Chen Ju by the wrist, and tried to pull him up.

The forceful movement tugged at Chen Ju’s injuries. His face immediately went pale with pain, and his body trembled. Song Yuan grabbed Jiang Zhou’s hand and glared at him. “Jiang Zhou! Can’t you see how much pain Brother Chen is in?”

Jiang Zhou narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at Song Yuan, enunciating each word. “I told you, he’s mine. What I do to him has nothing to do with you. Let go.”

“You’re aggravating Brother Chen’s injuries! You’re the one who should let go!” Song Yuan shoved Jiang Zhou away, then pulled Chen Ju into his arms and asked anxiously, “Brother Chen, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?”

Chen Ju squeezed his eyes shut, fine beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. Leaning against Song Yuan, he gave a slight shake of his head. He wanted to say he was fine, but his shoulder felt as if it had been broken, and he was in too much pain to speak.

Jiang Zhou froze for a moment, then lowered his eyes to look at Chen Ju. The man looked awful, as pale as a sheet of paper, without a hint of color.

The fury that had surged up when he saw Chen Ju and Song Yuan acting so intimately vanished in an instant. Jiang Zhou grabbed Song Yuan by the collar and pulled him away, then crouched down and drew Chen Ju into his arms, tugging open the man’s shirt collar...