You're my wife, don't doubt it!

“I know you thought I instructed you to do it, and you even told Teacher Song on it,” Xiao Yao calmly told Wang Ming, “but…”

Xiao Yao wanted to tell Wang Ming that Zhang Jialong and Daiyu had acted on their own initiative (which was true), but after saying "but," he felt that his words sounded like admitting defeat and shirking responsibility.

He looked at Wang Ming's hideous face, and memories of the past year flashed before his eyes like a movie.

In the first semester of my first year of high school, the love letter I sent to Yu Luying was intercepted by Wang Ming.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The boys in the class tossed the letter to each other, reading a sentence from one to the other. Xiao Yao tried to dodge it from left and right, but couldn't snatch it back.

The letter fluttered above the crowd's heads like a butterfly.

The classroom was filled with noise and chaos, with the boys' laughter and shouts echoing throughout. Meanwhile, Yu Luying sat silently in her seat, a look of disappointment and embarrassment on her face, as if trying to escape this chaotic world.

Finally, she slumped onto the table, her shoulders twitching, and didn't lift her head for two classes.

Yu Luying's relationship with him fell into a deep freeze, and it wasn't until May of this year that they slowly and truly began to restore their friendship.

Not long after the "love letter incident," it happened after school.

Xiao Yao sat in his seat reading a novel. There were about ten other students in the class. Some of them were on duty, while others, like Xiao Yao, were simply loitering around.

Yu Luying was wiping the blackboard at the back of the classroom, preparing for next week's bulletin board.

"Why are you still here?" Wang Ming suddenly turned around and said to Xiao Yao, "Don't stay here, it's annoying to look at you."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Yao was a little confused after being provoked for no reason.

"Don't you know? You're the laughingstock and a disgrace to our whole class," Wang Ming said slowly, his voice loud.

Xiao Yao didn't remember what Wang Ming said next. He only remembered looking around blankly. The students in the class seemed to be deaf. No one was looking this way, no one spoke up for him, and no one joined Wang Ming's verbal taunts.

The students who had been chatting and laughing lowered their voices or stopped talking altogether. The other students either looked down at their books, did their homework, or played with their nails.

Xiao Yao turned to look at Yu Luying, who was working on the blackboard newspaper—she had already started writing neat characters on the blackboard with white chalk, and looked as indifferent as every other classmate around her.

The boy's blood rushed to his head, and he wanted to refute something. He opened his mouth, but his usual quick wit vanished, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He tried to swallow, but found he couldn't complete the action.

If you insist on humiliating me in public.

Please do this in front of Yu Luying.

After letting out a whimper like a wounded wild animal, Xiao Yao punched Wang Ming in the face.

Whether it was because he didn't make up his mind enough or because he didn't aim properly, Wang Ming didn't seem to move much before Xiao Yao's fist missed its mark.

Wang Ming turned around and pressed close to Xiao Yao. He grabbed Xiao Yao's wrist with his left hand and lifted his right arm under his arm with great force, making Xiao Yao feel dizzy.

When I was somewhat conscious, I was already curled up on the ground. The pain from half of my body falling to the ground could not numb the excruciating pain of my dislocated right shoulder.

The indifferent onlookers finally reacted.

"That's enough!" Yu Luying's shoulders trembled slightly as she shouted in a low voice—it had already exhausted all her strength.

The girl still didn't turn around; her long black hair shone like a waterfall.

"Old Wang, that's enough." Zhang Jialong, or was it ribbonfish? He couldn't remember, a half-smile on his face.

……

Xiao Yao then recalled the fragments of Zhou Qi's memories that he had seen in Teacher Yao's hall.

He saw Wang Ming and several girls surrounding Zhou Qi, who looked terrified.

"Stay away from Xiao Yao, unless you want to be isolated together," Wang Ming said.

"I understand," the little girl said fearfully, "Actually, I'm not familiar with Xiao Yao either..."

Xiao Yao saw the valve core of his bicycle that always seemed to disappear.

Xiao Yao saw his homework notebook that always ended up on the floor after being taken out of the drawer.

Xiao Yao noticed the unidentified liquid that kept appearing intermittently on his classroom chair.

……

"Fine, just assume I ordered it."

"Huh?" Wang Ming thought he was going to deny it, but he didn't expect the other party to admit it so readily.

Xiao Yao took a step closer, his face almost touching Wang Ming's: "I'm just looking for trouble, so what the hell do you want?"

"Xiao Yao." Shen Jie pulled Xiao Yao along.

"Good, you've got guts!" Wang Ming gave a thumbs up: "I've run into you here today, surely your two thug bosses can't protect you now, can they?"

Xiao Yao sighed softly and began to look around.

Wang Ming thought to himself, "This kid is scared and wants to scream for help."

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye—indeed, at this time of day, there weren't many people in this section of the old commercial street.

Xiao Yao has three people, but unless they are female students from sports schools or trained athletes, there is no reason to include women in the assessment of the situation.

Let's beat him up first, both to avenge the beating he suffered last time and to put his arrogance to a halt in front of Xiao Yao's two girlfriends.

Wang Ming clenched his fist, about to throw it, when the petite beauty stepped forward and stood between Xiao Yao and herself.

"Get out of the way," Wang Ming said dismissively, "I still have a soft spot for young girls—"

"Wife," Xiao Yao said in a deep voice, "let me do it myself."

Shen Jie hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and stepped aside: "Have some sense of propriety."

"Don't worry, he won't be injured by the forensic examination." Xiao Yao cracked his knuckles.

Seeing Xiao Yao's confident demeanor, Wang Ming felt a little apprehensive. He couldn't figure out the other party's background, but now that things had come to this, how could he back down?

The two turned into a dimly lit, deserted alleyway, with Shen Jie following a few steps behind Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao glared at Wang Ming, his brows furrowed, his face cold. He stopped in his tracks, took off his glasses, and handed them to Shen Jie.

Wang Ming also turned around, took off his glasses, squinted his eyes with a forced smile, stretched out a hand, palm down, and beckoned.

This is a common little gesture people use when teasing small animals like cats and dogs.

Sure enough, Xiao Yao suddenly twisted his body and threw a punch at Wang Ming's face with such speed that it was impossible to see it.

"If I make the first move, I'll be at a disadvantage," Shen Jie thought.

She was a little worried about Xiao Yao's recklessness.

Wang Ming reacted quickly, dodging the attack by sidestepping, taking a step forward, grabbing Xiao Yao's wrist with his left hand, pulling him forward, and turning to reach out with his right hand to support Xiao Yao's right shoulder.

"Damn it!" Shen Jie thought to herself. This Wang Ming knew kung fu. This was an over-the-shoulder throw, the kind of judo throw where the shoulder is held in the back. If he landed it, the shoulder would most likely be dislocated. Even if it wasn't dislocated, the person hit would have a hard time resisting his follow-up ground attacks after falling to the ground.

Seeing this, Shen Jie didn't have time to think and started sprinting, preparing to attack Wang Ming.

We're just girls, we don't talk to you about chivalry.

However, when Wang Ming grabbed Xiao Yao's shoulders and arms and bent over to exert force, he found that Xiao Yao did not move at all.

Looking down, he realized that Xiao Yao's left hand had somehow braced against his lower back, absorbing his force.

Oh no! Wang Ming thought to himself, "This is bad!"

"Hmph!" Xiao Yao sneered and shoved Wang Ming forward, sending him crashing heavily against the alley wall.

Wang Ming's head slammed against the wall with a "thud".

Xiao Yao used his left hand to press down on Wang Ming's right shoulder, and his right hand to grab Wang Ming's wrist, twisting his entire arm around and pressing it hard against the wall, rendering him unable to move.

Wang Ming's arm was twisted by Xiao Yao, and the pain made him let out a shrill scream.

Xiao Yao raised his foot and stepped on Wang Ming's knee, pinning him to the wall.

The entire battle lasted only three seconds before it ended.

"Xiao Yao," Shen Jie called out, "Is it ready?"

"You think you can use the same trick again just because you succeeded last time?" Xiao Yao chuckled. "The reason I had them beat you up is because you're no longer worthy of being beaten by me, you know that?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch—" Wang Ming grimaced, "Brother, brother, I was wrong, I was wrong. Let go, let go!"

"Is Brother wrong?" Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Wang Ming cried out.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"Xiao Yao!" Shen Jie called out again.

“I can let you go, but you have to answer one question first,” Xiao Yao loosened his grip slightly to prevent the other man from dislocating his shoulder: “What the hell did I do to offend you that made you target me for a year? And why did you bully Zhou Qi?”

"Someone's coming!" Shen Jie called out to warn them.

Two security guards from the commercial street ran over. Xiao Yao let go of Wang Ming's hand, turned him around, straightened Wang Ming's collar, and then patted the other's cheek twice.

"What are you doing?" the security guard shouted.

"It's nothing," Wang Ming forced a smile, "We're all classmates, just hanging out here..."

As they were talking, Yu Luying and Zhou Yao rushed in: "What are you doing? Oh, sister, why didn't you stop him?"

Wang Ming glanced at Zhou Yao, then at Xiao Yao, and silently walked towards the alley entrance.

"Ya!" Xiao Yao shouted from behind him, "You still haven't answered my question!"