Volume One, Chapter 80: A Second Marriage
The dishes that night were a bit salty, and Song Qingyu drank quite a lot of water. After returning from the restroom, amidst the chaotic clamor, she heard a familiar voice, “Let go of me—”
“Sweetheart, the night is still young. Why don’t we find somewhere quieter and have some real fun?”
Song Qingyu instinctively looked over and saw Zhu Yanyan being dragged toward a private room by three men.
“Stop!”
Without a second thought, Song Qingyu rushed forward to block their way. She gripped Zhu Yanyan’s arm tightly and stared coldly at the three men. “Let her go!”
The men were momentarily stunned by Song Qingyu. Her cool, refined face was like a breath of fresh air in the lust-filled bar—so clean, so pure, that everyone wanted to taint her.
“An even prettier one’s here. Gorgeous, let’s all play together—it’ll be more fun with more people.”
One of the men reached his grubby hand toward Song Qingyu, but before he could touch her face, she slapped it away harshly. “My sister is drunk. I’m taking her home.”
Zhu Yanyan hadn’t expected to see Song Qingyu here. Compared to the humiliation of being manhandled by three men, it felt far worse for Song Qingyu to witness her in such a state.
Furious and ashamed, she jerked her arm free from Song Qingyu’s grip. “Go away! I don’t know you!”
The men laughed mockingly, “Did you hear that? She says she doesn’t know you.”
Song Qingyu’s face darkened. She hadn’t expected Zhu Yanyan to be so uncooperative. Did she really want to let these men—
Suppressing the unpleasantness in her heart, Song Qingyu spoke coldly, “She doesn’t want to—what you’re doing is forcing her.”
The men sneered, “Doesn’t want to? We’ve been drinking together for nights. But honestly, we’re more interested in you.”
Exchanging a glance, the three men pulled Song Qingyu by the arm, dragging her toward the private room.
Zhu Yanyan panicked. She disliked Song Qingyu, but she never intended for her to be humiliated. Especially not when Song Qingyu was trying to help her.
“Let her go!”
Zhu Yanyan lunged forward and bit one of the men on the arm, while Song Qingyu struggled fiercely. The commotion was loud enough that Song Qingyu’s colleagues, noticing she hadn’t returned, came out looking for her and caught sight of the scene.
“Qingyu—!”
Pei Jingmo had just come downstairs when he heard someone call out “Qingyu.” Instantly alert, he turned toward the sound.
By now, the colleagues had called everyone from the private room to help. But as they arrived, they saw a man holding Song Qingyu in his arms. With a sweep of his impossibly long legs, he kicked one of the men two meters across the floor, slamming him into the wall so hard he couldn’t get up.
Everyone was stunned!
The man had a buzz cut and wore a leather jacket. His face was as terrifying as a judge from hell, the cold aura emanating from him chilling everyone to the bone.
How could Qingyu know someone so dangerous, and why did they seem so close?
Pei Jingmo, still unsatisfied after kicking the man down, grabbed him by the collar and punched his face brutally. He looked as if he might beat the man to death.
“Pei Jingmo—!”
Song Qingyu rushed over and grabbed his arm. “Stop! If you keep going, he’ll die!”
The man's face was a bloody mess, several teeth knocked out, blood pouring from his mouth. Not just the others—even Zhu Yanyan was terrified.
It was the first time she’d seen Pei Jingmo so furious, and she understood clearly: his rage wasn’t for her, but for Song Qingyu.
Feeling Pei Jingmo’s muscles tense with anger, Song Qingyu gently soothed him. “It’s alright, I’m fine now.”
She said it, but her heart was still racing, her body trembling with fear. She hadn’t expected Pei Jingmo to appear here, but his presence made her feel safe.
Pei Jingmo, consumed by rage, only calmed when he heard Song Qingyu’s voice. The murderous aura faded from him as he pulled her tightly into his arms. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Song Qingyu gently patted his back. “No, you arrived just in time.”
Seeing Zhu Yanyan sitting on the floor in shock, Song Qingyu walked over to help her up.
“Don’t touch me!”
Zhu Yanyan angrily slapped Song Qingyu’s hand away. Pei Jingmo’s eyes turned icy, and he was about to yank Zhu Yanyan to her feet when Song Qingyu stopped him. “She’s drunk.”
Zhu Yanyan braced herself against the wall and stood up, staring at Song Qingyu with scorn. “Song Qingyu, you’re such a hypocrite! You wish something would happen to me, don’t you? You’d be glad if I died, right?”
Her reddened eyes fell on Pei Jingmo, and she gritted her teeth. “If I died, no one would pester your husband anymore. Then you two could live happily ever after.”
Smack—
A sharp slap landed on Zhu Yanyan’s face. It was Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu looked at her expressionlessly. “Living like this every day—do you think you’re being fair to your parents who gave you life, or to your brother who always worries about you?”
Zhu Yanyan, clutching her face, glared at Song Qingyu. “Who are you to lecture me?”
“I’m not lecturing you, and I don’t want to meddle. Whether you live, die, or get ruined—it has nothing to do with me. But Pei Jingmo is my husband, and your brother once saved his life. I can’t just turn a blind eye.”
“But if you keep going down this path, not even the gods can save you! A hundred years from now, when you stand before the underworld, how will you face your family?”
After she finished, Song Qingyu glanced at Pei Jingmo. “Let’s go.”
“Alright.”
Zhu Yanyan saw Pei Jingmo didn’t even spare her a glance, and her despair, resentment, and anger surged.
Knowing the dormitory doors were likely closed, and understanding Zhu Yanyan didn’t want her interference, Song Qingyu whispered a few words into Pei Jingmo’s ear.
Pei Jingmo looked at her tenderly, his affection nearly overflowing.
“Okay, I’ll do whatever you say.”
Truthfully, he would have done it anyway, but hearing his wife ask made him even happier.
Because he knew she was doing it for him.
While Pei Jingmo went to find a female attendant to arrange things for Zhu Yanyan, Song Qingyu turned to greet her colleagues before leaving—only to find them staring at her in shock.
Song Qingyu: “…”
A few quickly walked over, surrounding her.
“Qingyu, is that really your husband?”
Song Qingyu felt awkward; she hadn’t expected her colleagues to meet Pei Jingmo in such circumstances.
“Yes.”
“Oh my, you’re living the dream! Your husband is so handsome—did you see that kick? Out of this world! And he beat up those thugs for you, so cool!”
Song Qingyu had to admit Pei Jingmo was incredibly attractive. If they weren’t married, he’d surely have countless admirers.
In the future, would anyone really mind that he’s been married before?
“Does your husband have any siblings? Introduce them to us!”
Song Qingyu thought for a moment—Pei Jingmo had mentioned he had a sister, but she’d never met her.
Before Song Qingyu could answer, Jie Changhe, who had missed all the drama while in the restroom and had just returned, was in disbelief after hearing the man was Song Qingyu’s husband.
“Qingyu! You’re saying that man is your husband?”
At that moment, Pei Jingmo finished his arrangements and walked over to Song Qingyu.
Since there was no avoiding it, Song Qingyu introduced him, “Everyone, this is my husband, Pei Jingmo. Jingmo, these are my colleagues—”
Song Qingyu introduced each colleague by name, and Pei Jingmo greeted them with a smile.
Damn, even a cool guy can have such a charming smile.
“Jingmo, this is Jie Changhe, Manager Jie. He’s helped me a lot at work.”
Pei Jingmo glanced indifferently at the stunned Jie Changhe. “Manager Jie, nice to meet you.”
Jie Changhe felt anything but nice.
He’d always assumed Song Qingyu was the wife of their CEO—turns out he was wrong. But could this man really afford a twenty-million-dollar auction piece?
“So… Qingyu, what does your husband do?”
Song Qingyu smiled and replied openly, “He’s a construction worker.”
Jie Changhe: “…”
Why did it feel like the sky was falling after coming back from the restroom?
Everyone: “…”
What kind of construction worker gives his wife a twenty-million-dollar ring???