My Dongguan Love Story

Wu Hao stared intently at the scene before him, his eyes suddenly turning bloodshot, filled with ferocious veins, his teeth clenching so tightly they creaked. He gripped the machete tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly, and roared at Da Zhuang:

"Damn it, how dare they touch my woman!"

Wu Hao knew that if he agreed to Su Qin's suggestion to seduce Da Zhuang, he had to be prepared to pay a price.

He could tacitly allow Su Qin to use her body to manipulate Da Zhuang, but he could never cross the line. He couldn't let Da Zhuang touch him or take advantage of him at will.

The few henchmen beside him had their eyes glued to Da Zhuang's movements, and they all subconsciously swallowed, their eyes filled with undisguised envy, secretly envying the young man's good fortune with women.

Su Qin was fair-skinned and beautiful, and many people in the Hunan gang had long coveted her. Some even harbored various anxieties and desires for her.

The man with the buzz cut stroked his almost bald head, a wicked glint in his eyes. In truth, he'd long had his eye on Su Qin, and had wanted to take her for a spin countless times. Unfortunately, it was a rule that you could only look at your brother's girlfriend, not touch her. He dared not overstep that line.

The crowd watched for a while, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Wu Hao, his mind clouded by jealousy, suddenly cleared for a moment, a wave of panic gripping him. He couldn't wait any longer; if things continued this way, Su Qin would soon be stripped naked by Da Zhuang. Without hesitation, he swung his machete violently, the sharp blade slicing through the air, and gritted his teeth, shouting, "Brothers, let's go!"

He rushed to the stairwell door, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that there was no one behind him.

Looking back, he saw that the crew-cut guys hadn't followed at all. They were all looking up, staring intently at the spring scenery upstairs, completely absorbed, and hadn't heard his earlier instructions.

Wu Hao's face instantly darkened, filled with displeasure, and he shouted another sternly.

The crew-cut guys snapped out of their daze, reluctantly withdrawing their gazes from Su Qing. They clicked their tongues and hurried towards him, muttering under their breath, "I really envy Da Zhuang, Su Qin has such a great figure."

"Envy my ass, he's about to become a ghost."

"Hehe, it's not bad to be a romantic ghost before you die."

Normally, if Wu Hao saw them talking about Su Qin so frivolously, with such filthy thoughts in their eyes, he would have already turned on them on the spot and taught them a lesson.

But with the situation pressing, Su Qing was about to be executed on the spot by Da Zhuang. He was all alone and had to rely on his cronies, so he didn't dare to turn against them on the spot.

A surge of suppressed anger welled up in my chest, unable to escape or subside.

He could only grip the knife tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, his face ashen, suppressing his rage, and stomping quickly inside.

On the balcony, Su Qin and I kissed for a while, then I struggled to push her away and looked back downstairs in confusion: "Strange, did someone just yell at me downstairs?"

Su Qin also heard Wu Hao's cursing downstairs. She cursed Wu Hao in her heart. He hadn't even finished the task, yet he was already shouting and yelling. What would he do if Da Zhuang got away?

But her expression didn't change at all; she just smiled and said, "Really? I didn't hear that. You're overthinking it."

She tried to kiss me again, but I stopped her by grabbing her shoulders with both hands.

Honestly, if we keep kissing like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave tonight.

After all, Secretary Su's kissing skills were too good; she kissed me so passionately that I couldn't stop. Her coy and alluring manner was truly captivating, and my desire to win her over grew stronger.

I even couldn't resist reaching out and touching every part of her body I wanted. Su Qin's graceful figure and curvaceous body were simply too alluring. If I continued, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself.

I quickly took my pants off the balcony and prepared to go to the bathroom to change.

Seeing that I had taken off my pants and seemed determined to leave, Secretary Su became a little anxious. She thought that Wu Hao and the others would arrive soon, and she could just keep me occupied for a while longer. So she quickly stepped forward to grab my arm, but I dodged her.

I quickly went to the bathroom to change my pants. After putting them on, the water stains on the pants clung to my legs, feeling cold and uncomfortable.

When Secretary Su saw me come out, she tried to take my hand, but I dodged her. I glanced at her, my gaze somewhat complicated.

I've kissed and touched you all I wanted, and to just walk away so easily would make me seem heartless and utterly despicable. I'm currently pondering what excuse I should use to say something polite so I can slip away smoothly.

Before the thought could even finish, a loud crash came from the doorway—the heavy door was kicked open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang, making the wall tremble slightly.

We both turned to look and saw the entrance was packed with people. The person at the front was Wu Hao, who had just left. Wu Hao held a machete in his right hand, pointing it at me, and roared:

"Damn it, you dare touch my girl? You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

When Secretary Su saw them coming up, she quickly straightened her crooked clothes and quietly retreated to the corner of the wall.

I didn't think much of it and assumed she was just scared.

But in the crowd, I saw a familiar figure. After he walked out of the crowd, I narrowed my eyes and saw that he had a buzz cut.

The man with the buzz cut looked at me and sneered, "Dazhuang, we'll settle all our old scores and new grudges with you today."

After finishing speaking, the man with the buzz cut waved his right hand, directing the crowd to come in and rush towards me.

Wu Hao charged ahead, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth gleaming yellow. He roared and brandished his long sword as he charged at me. Like a general leading the charge in a vast army, he exuded an indomitable and unstoppable momentum.

I gripped the chair with my right hand, and as he rushed towards me, I swung it sharply, smashing it directly into his face. He was thrown aside, his mouth full of blood, which he spat out onto the floor.

Secretary Su screamed when she saw him collapse in front of her. Although she was from the Hunan gang, she had never seen such a scene before and was terrified.

Da Zhuang swung a chair wildly, single-handedly taking on multiple opponents, parrying each attack and knocking them to the ground one by one. The fear in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by admiration.

She used to admire Dazhuang's strength for that one hour, but now she is completely awestruck by his powerful and unstoppable presence.

That's a real man!

Su Qing's gaze slowly fell on Wu Hao, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

In comparison, this man's cowardly and useless appearance shows that he has no manly spirit whatsoever. Instead, he is like a delicate woman who only acts impulsively and is utterly useless.

A sudden, absurd chill ran through her. This seemingly weak and vulnerable man was actually the boyfriend she was relying on.

At this moment, the scales in her heart had tipped in favor of Dazhuang. It would be best if she could become Dazhuang's girlfriend; if she couldn't, she wouldn't continue being with Wu Hao.

The man she wants to find in the future must be as tall and strong as Dazhuang.

Wu Hao struggled to lift his head, only to find himself in Su Qing's line of sight.

Her gaze upon him was filled with undisguised contempt, but when she turned to look at Dazhuang, her eyes shone with unconcealed admiration and amazement.

The stark contrast instantly ignited a fire in his eyes, a surge of jealousy and panic rising within him.

He cursed inwardly, a chill running through him: Could it be that Su Qin had taken her love for Dazhuang for real?

Damn it, I have to beat Dazhuang down and trample him under my feet.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, staggered to his feet, and slowly walked behind Dazhuang, machete in hand. He saw Dazhuang attacking the men rushing towards him, completely oblivious to him behind him.

Wu Hao's lips slowly curled into a smile, his gaze sharp as a knife, as he stealthily approached Da Zhuang. When he was close enough, he slightly bent his knees and slammed his foot into the ground. Like a spring, he released the momentum, charging towards Da Zhuang's back. His long sword flashed, aiming a fierce slash at Da Zhuang's neck.