“Who the hell are you?”
The man was furious and panicked. Seeing Yue Mingyuan act like this, the others guessed he wasn’t simple and didn’t dare step forward easily.
Yue Mingyuan ignored the man, gave him a heavy punch, and tied him to a chair.
“Zhiqiu, are you okay?” Yue Mingyuan took Ye Zhiqiu’s hand and checked on her.
Ye Zhiqiu shook her head. “I’m fine.”
She had just been startled. She hadn’t expected something like this at all.
“Will there be trouble?” Ye Zhiqiu asked Yue Mingyuan quietly.
Because of Ye Zhiqiu’s concern, Yue Mingyuan felt sweetness in his heart. “Don’t worry. There won’t be.”
About half an hour later, several people walked in. The one in the lead was a man in military uniform, who looked a few years older than Yue Mingyuan. Behind him was a middle-aged man who resembled the man tied to the chair by about eighty percent.
When the man tied to the chair saw the middle-aged man, he became very agitated. But his mouth had been gagged by Yue Mingyuan, so he could only make muffled sounds.
“I brought the person to you.”
The man in military uniform walked to the side, leaned against the table, crossed his arms, and wore an expression like he was enjoying a good show.
The older man first stepped forward and slapped the man tied to the chair. “You worthless son!”
Then he quickly came up to Yue Mingyuan with a respectful expression. “Major Yue, it was my son who was immature and offended you. I hope you will be magnanimous.”
Yue Mingyuan ignored the man in front of him and instead glanced at someone who was watching the fun. “Your Jiangning side really has long reach. Even the Cultural Bureau can manage comrades from the art troupe.”
“It was only a personal act.”
That someone knew he couldn’t stay out of it anymore. Helplessly, he stepped forward, patted Yue Mingyuan on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear, “Don’t make too big a fuss. The Zhao family has someone above them.”
Clearly, this person still didn’t understand Yue Mingyuan well enough. If he hadn’t said that, Yue Mingyuan wouldn’t have let Zhao Gang and his son off. But because he said it, Yue Mingyuan was even less likely to let them go.
It seemed that from top to bottom, they all bullied others by relying on power. This kind of thing definitely wasn’t the first time. Then let it be the last time.
“You’re quite good at raising your son.”
With just one sentence from Yue Mingyuan, Zhao Gang almost wet himself from fear.
He quickly begged for mercy. “Major Yue, my son was momentarily confused. I hope you can be magnanimous and not hold a petty man’s fault against him.”
“This is my wife.” Yue Mingyuan pulled Ye Zhiqiu to his side.
Zhao Gang knew very well what kind of person his son was, so how could he not guess what had happened?
“Major Yue’s wife is truly beautiful. I heard she is also the lead dancer of this dance drama. Major Yue truly has good taste.”
Zhao Gang flattered Yue Mingyuan and Ye Zhiqiu in every way, but there was no confidence behind his words at all.
Unlike people in official circles, military people were all straightforward. They simply didn’t buy this kind of thing.
Zhao Gang glared fiercely at his son, wishing he could go up and slap him a few more times.
Of all people to provoke, he had provoked this grim reaper!
Even though Zhao Gang didn’t mix in military circles, he had heard of Yue Mingyuan’s name, especially since he was General Yue’s son.
Provoking him was already bad enough. Now he had even provoked his wife, which was equivalent to provoking General Yue.
Even though they were far away in Jiangning, they knew General Yue doted on that little granddaughter, and because of that, he also regarded this daughter-in-law highly.
“There won’t be a next time.”
Yue Mingyuan saw at a glance that Zhao Gang was the kind of slick old fox who knew how to play both sides. He couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. He stepped forward and directly dislocated the arm of the man tied to the chair.
“Ah—”
A pig-slaughtering scream echoed through the entire backstage. Zhao Gang felt great pain for his son, but he didn’t dare say anything. He could only nod and say, “There definitely won’t be a next time.”
Yue Mingyuan carried Yaya with one arm and wrapped the other around Ye Zhiqiu as they left. Seeing this, the others also left.
In the end, only Zhao Gang and his son Zhao Lei remained.
“Dad, you have to help me get revenge!” This was the first time in Zhao Lei’s life that he had suffered such humiliation. He wished he could kill Yue Mingyuan.
“Revenge! You still dare to think about revenge! Do you know who that was?” Zhao Gang slapped Zhao Lei hard on the back of the head.
“He’s just some lousy major. What’s so great about that? I’m still a department—”
“Department what? Your position is only enough to scare people below you. In front of others, it’s not even worth looking at.”
Zhao Gang warned Zhao Lei. “I’m telling you, give up any thought of revenge. Don’t even think about it!”
“Dad, who the hell is that guy!” Zhao Lei had been running wild since childhood. He didn’t care who the other person was. Even if it were the King of Heaven himself, as long as someone dared to provoke him, he would make them pay.
“Someone from Guojing.”
Zhao Gang thought about it and still didn’t tell Zhao Lei. He knew that even if Zhao Lei knew Yue Mingyuan’s identity, he wouldn’t be afraid. He might even cause a bigger disaster.
He needed to keep an eye on him recently and not let him provoke that grim reaper again.
Otherwise, forget about Zhao Lei. Even Zhao Gang himself might not be able to protect himself.
But he had underestimated Yue Mingyuan’s dark scheming. When Yue Mingyuan and the others dealt with enemies, they always finished them off with one strike. They absolutely never gave the other side a chance to strike back.
After leaving the theater, Yue Mingyuan asked Ye Zhiqiu, “Are you hungry?”
Ye Zhiqiu shook her head. Her heartbeat still hadn’t calmed down. Too many things had happened just now.
Yaya raised her hand. “Dad, I’m hungry.”
Yue Mingyuan turned to look at that person. “Old Fang, what good food is there in Jiangning at this hour?”
Fang Yiming thought for a moment. “How about wonton noodles?”
Yaya nodded. “That works, that works. Yaya loves wontons.”
“Then come with me.”
Fang Yiming walked in front, and Yue Mingyuan and the others followed. Ye Zhiqiu turned and asked Tang Xuejun and the others, “Professor Tang, do you want to come get a late-night snack?”
Tang Xuejun waved her hand. “No, I need to go back and sleep quickly.”
Fan Xue wanted to go, but she was also afraid of disturbing Ye Zhiqiu’s family reunion.
Unexpectedly, Han Siyang raised her hand. “Zhiqiu, I want to go.”
“Then let’s go together.”
Fan Xue gave Han Siyang a look, asking what was going on. Han Siyang didn’t answer. Instead, she asked Fan Xue, “Fan Xue, are you going?”
“I… I’ll go too.” She could tell Han Siyang wanted her to go, and since Han Siyang was going, it probably wouldn’t be inappropriate for her to go too.
Fang Yiming drove a large jeep. Everyone could squeeze in and sit.
He drove all the way to the edge of a small alley. Han Siyang’s eyes lit up. “Uncle’s Wontons.”
Fang Yiming was very surprised. “Oh, you know Uncle’s Wontons too?”
“I come here often.”
“I come here often too.”
The two suddenly had a common topic and couldn’t help walking side by side and chatting.
Ye Zhiqiu and Fan Xue exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other’s eyes.
Had Han Siyang taken a fancy to him?
After passing through the alley and walking a bit farther, they arrived beside a small bridge, where an old man had set up a wonton stall.
“Uncle.”
Han Siyang stepped forward and greeted the old man in the local dialect. “The usual for me. Three-fresh wontons.”
