Disorder in marriage

The man was so frightened by Gu Yunmo's imposing manner that he immediately begged for mercy.

"We really didn't do anything! Really!"

How could Gu Yunmo possibly believe that? So many men had been in the same room with Yan Zhi. Even if they hadn't gone all the way, they had already kissed, touched, and looked at each other.

Thinking about how those men had made such filthy advances toward Yan Zhi, he felt a surge of irritation and wanted to kill someone.

"Bang!"

The corner of the coffee table was already stained with the blood of the two men.

Then came the third, and the fourth.

Gu Yunmo was bleeding from his abdomen, but he could no longer feel the pain from the wound.

He couldn't forget the scene he saw when he rushed in.

So he smashed it again and again, remembering it and forgetting it again and again.

That's enough.

Yan Zhi, lying on the bed, spoke slowly. Her eyelashes were lowered as she calmly said, "I'm going to the hospital for a check-up first. I'll leave things here to you."

Ling Xiao and Xia Linglong helped her out of bed.

Whether it was due to the effects of the medication or not, she could still feel muscle weakness the moment her legs touched the ground.

Gu Yunmo wanted to hold her hand, and he knew that as her husband, he should do and say something at this time.

But he didn't; he just stood there, waiting for Yan Zhi to leave step by step.

Only at the very end did he reach out and take her hand.

It was icy cold, chilling him to the bone.

No matter what happens, I will always want you.

Yan Zhi paused, unsure of what to say, and could only hum in response.

Zhou Zheng volunteered to stay and help with the aftermath.

He closed the door, shutting out the crowd of onlookers eager for a spectacle.

He then took out a pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth, and handed it to Gu Yunmo.

The two men smoked cigarettes, and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Xiao Zhi didn't do anything wrong."

"I know."

Zhou Zheng asked, "Then why didn't you say anything more to her? What she needs most is your care. Even if you just said something, or even just hugged her, she would feel a little better."

Gu Yunmo said hoarsely, "What's the point of saying this now?"

Zhou Zheng didn't criticize Gu Yunmo harshly. As a man himself, he knew that there must be some resentment in Gu Yunmo's heart.

The most urgent task is to find Brother Long.

Soon, Jiang Jin arrived with his men. He was not surprised to see blood all over the room and remained expressionless.

"Mr. Gu, I couldn't find Brother Long, but ten minutes ago, someone sent a video to Gu's email address."

The video shows Brother Long taking a selfie with his phone, with a group of men surrounding the unconscious Yan Zhi in the background.

"Hey, Mr. Gu from the Gu Group! Your wife's here with me! I must say, she's really beautiful. Good things should be shared, right?"

Gu Yunmo smashed the tablet.

Jiang Jin said calmly, "I've already contacted Brother Long's father, but he's out of town. I kidnapped his mistress, and he's on his way."

As soon as Jiang Jin finished speaking, the cigarette between Gu Yunmo's fingers burned to the end, burning his fingertips so much that he recoiled before slowly coming back to his senses.

The cigarette ash fell onto the bloodstains on the ground, instantly soaking them, just like his emotions that were suppressed to the extreme at this moment.

He dared not imagine what irreversible consequences would have occurred if those unfinished scenes in the video had been filmed any later.

"When will Chen Sihai arrive?" Gu Yunmo's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and his eyes were devoid of any warmth.

Gu Yunmo raised his hand to rub his temples. A dull ache throbbed from the wound in his abdomen. He then realized that he had been so focused on beating the man that he hadn't bothered to treat his wound. Blood had soaked through his shirt, sticking to his skin, causing a stinging and painful sensation. But he didn't care at all, coldly saying, "Don't wait for my orders. Guard him well. Don't let him die. I want to see him pay the price myself."

Meanwhile, in Brother Long's private apartment, the place was a mess, with empty bottles and cigarette butts scattered all over the floor, and the air reeking of alcohol, cigarettes, and cheap perfume. Brother Long was sprawled on the sofa, a heavily made-up woman in his arms, his phone in his hand, repeatedly watching the video he had just sent to Gu Yunmo, a smug and lewd smile on his lips.

"That good-for-nothing Gu Yunmo is probably furious by now, isn't he?" Brother Long sneered, reaching out to pinch the chin of the woman in his arms, his tone smug. "He dares to steal my woman, doesn't he know who I am? So what if Gu Yunmo is powerful and influential? I'll get my hands on that beauty Yan Zhi sooner or later."

Several lackeys quickly swarmed forward to flatter him, their faces full of obsequiousness: "Brother Long is mighty! Gu Yunmo can only rely on his family's wealth; when it comes to ruthlessness, he's no match for you! When Old Master Chen arrives, he'll have to protect you, won't he?"

"Exactly, exactly," another follower chimed in. "I saw that video too. Yan Zhi looked absolutely stunning. Brother Long, you're so lucky! Even if Gu Yunmo is heartbroken, he can only watch helplessly. What can he do when he's a step too late?"

Brother Long put down his bottle, stood up, shook his somewhat heavy head, and arrogantly said, "So what if I feel sorry for him? I'm going to let Gu Yunmo know what happens when you offend Brother Long! Even if my dad comes, I haven't done anything wrong. Good things should be shared. Why should Gu Yunmo monopolize a beauty like Yan Zhi?"

As he spoke, he paced around the living room, toying with a fruit knife in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly under the light: "Once I've recovered from this, I'll go find Yan Zhi again. Then, I'll make Gu Yunmo see for himself whose woman he really is!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the apartment door was kicked open with a loud bang, the force so great that the door frame shook slightly. Chen Sihai stood in the doorway, his face ashen, still wearing a sharp suit. He had clearly come straight here after getting off the plane, without even having time to change his clothes, and the rage in his eyes was almost consuming him.

Several bodyguards followed behind him, each with a serious expression and not daring to breathe loudly. The arrogant and domineering Brother Long just now froze on his face the moment he saw Chen Sihai. The fruit knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," and his legs went weak, almost collapsing to the ground.

"Dad...Dad, what brings you here?" Brother Long's voice stammered instantly, a stiff smile appearing on his face. His previous arrogance vanished without a trace, leaving only panic and fear. He knew his father too well. Chen Sihai was always ruthless and intolerant of any wrongdoing, especially when he had caused serious trouble; he never showed any mercy.

Chen Sihai didn't say anything, but walked into the living room step by step. His gaze swept over the mess on the floor and then landed on Brother Long. His eyes were as cold as ice, which made Brother Long feel chills all over his body. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and hide behind the sofa.

"Why am I here?" Chen Sihai finally spoke, his voice low and angry, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. "If I hadn't come, were you going to cause a huge uproar? Ah Long, tell me, what exactly have you done?!"