She thought Wen Lechun had completely won over Lin Jingyu.

Su Jingtian, however, had a different opinion.

He never expected that the two of them would work together so well.

He was clearly handling work, but it gave him the feeling of a "beautiful woman adding fragrance to his life".

Maybe……

It is God's will.

He has completely let go, and he no longer dwells on it.

The four of them then got along just like before, happily going out to eat together.

After lunch, we left the restaurant.

Yang Shujue and her husband were preparing to go; her child was still being cared for by the elders at home, and it was time to go back and visit.

"sister!"

Just as the four people were about to get into the car, they suddenly heard someone rushing out of the restaurant and shouting for help.

The four of them stopped at the same time.

He looked at the young man rushing towards him.

She was around twenty years old and her features bore a resemblance to Yang Shujue.

"Who are you……"

Yang Shujue looked at him with disbelief and suspicion, "Yang Baoyu?"

"It's me, it's definitely me."

Yang Baoyu smiled happily, "I didn't expect you to still remember me, sister. Sister, why did you come to the capital? Weren't you in the countryside?"

I saw you by chance just now, and I thought I was seeing things.

But thinking about it, it really does look like you, so I chased after you and called out to you.

"Why are you in Beijing instead of staying at home?"

Compared to Yang Baoyu's beaming face, Yang Shujue's expression was somewhat cold. "Did you secretly run away to the capital?"

"..."

Yang Baoyu's smile froze; he clearly hadn't expected his secret to be exposed so easily.

She instantly became somewhat embarrassed and angry, shouting, "What? You can come to the capital, but I can't?"

And this man, is he the rich guy you seduced?

Snap!

Yang Shujue slapped him without hesitation and angrily rebuked, "Yang Baoyu, you really can't say anything nice."

"You brat, you dare hit me?"

Yang Baoyu's eyes widened in disbelief as he pointed at Yang Shujue, "You good-for-nothing, are you looking for death? Believe me or not, I'll go home and tell my old man and mother to sell you to some old man..."

Snap!

Another crisp slap rang out.

The person who made the move was not Yang Shujue, but Su Jingtian.

He stared coldly at Yang Baoyu and said, "Be more polite to my wife in the future. If you dare to humiliate her again, I'll break one of your legs. Let's see how many legs I break."

"You dare?"

Yang Baoyu was shocked, angry, and furious. "That good-for-nothing Yang Shujue..."

Snap!

Another slap interrupted his cursing.

Yang Baoyu, who had always been spoiled by his family and had developed a domineering personality, was completely stunned by the beating.

Compared to the slaps Yang Shujue delivered, Su Jingtian, being a man, hit harder.

His head was buzzing, and he couldn't utter a single curse.

"It seems you didn't take what I said earlier seriously."

Su Jingtian's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Do you want to try again and see how I break your legs?"