Yang Jinchu was about to carry Chu Wuyang into the car when

Suddenly, a pair of long, slender legs blocked his way.

He looked up and saw a cold, stern face.

Jingmin wore a khaki trench coat, his slender figure and delicate features complementing each other perfectly.

The trench coat sleeves were rolled up slightly, revealing a small section of the white shirt cuff, creating a clean and simple look.

He seemed gentle overall.

However, the icy aura emanating from him caused the surrounding air to freeze instantly.

Jing Min's gaze was cold and direct, fixed on Chu Wuyang in Yang Jinchu's arms.

A flash of anger and warning crossed his eyes.

As he spoke coldly, his voice was low yet sharp:

"Give me!"

Yang Jinchu smiled calmly, walked past him without a care, and walked forward with firm steps.

However, two burly bodyguards suddenly appeared from the side and blocked his way.

The two had powerful auras and were clearly not easy to deal with.

Yang Jinchu paused slightly, turned around to meet Jing Min's gaze, and said sarcastically:

"Rumor has it that President Jing recently traveled to Country T with a beautiful woman and even spent a romantic night together,"

"That beautiful woman even risked her life to save you,"

"And now, she is still in the intensive care unit, her life hanging in the balance."

"You actually have the nerve to care about your 'wife who has shared your hardships'?"

Jing Min smiled slightly, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips.

He took a few steps closer, his gaze still cold and defiant:

"It's not a rumor, it really happened."

"But what's it to you?"

Yang Jinchu was so angry at his shamelessness that she laughed.

"Since you've already admitted it yourself, what right do you have?"

Jingmin's gaze gradually darkened.

His hands were in his pockets, and his neck twisted slightly.

He was clearly a little impatient, but his tone remained calm:

Whether I am qualified or not is not up to you to decide.

Do you want me to show you our marriage certificate?

Yang Jinchu chuckled lightly, her tone even colder:

"It's just a piece of waste paper, who do you think cares?"

Jing Min's patience had clearly run out.

His voice was deep and cold, each word uttered with deliberation:

"I said, give me the person."

The two men faced off on the street.

Pedestrians around stopped and whispered among themselves, clearly drawn to the scene.

Jing Min glanced around and saw the crowd gradually gathering.

A slight smirk played on his lips as he let out a mocking laugh.

"Are you sure you want to confront me in a place like this? Aren't you afraid tomorrow's headlines will be about you causing a scene in the street and failing to steal someone's wife?"

Yang Jinchu's gaze grew even colder, and he took a deep breath.

As he prepared to speak again,

A gentle female voice suddenly interrupted him:

"...Jin Chu".

Jing Min and Yang Jinchu turned their heads almost simultaneously, their gazes falling on the source of the sound.

Jing Min smiled slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and whispered:

"Teacher Yang, is your girlfriend here?"

"Aren't you going to give my wife back to me?"

Yang Jinchu frowned, his expression unchanged. He merely glanced coldly at Jing Min and remained silent.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the atmosphere around them became even more tense.

——

Wen Ying, in the passenger seat, looked at Yang Jinchu, who was silently driving, with a puzzled expression.

He opened his mouth and closed it several times.

He seemed to want to ask something, but remained silent.

Yang Jinchu seemed to have already sensed her thoughts and said calmly:

"Just ask me whatever you want."

Wen Ying hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:

She hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered her courage and asked softly:

"Were you arguing with Mr. Jing just now?"

She was clearly using a rather euphemistic term.

Saying it's "stealing a wife" might be a bit too blunt.

Yang Jinchu remained focused on looking ahead.

Without looking at her, he explained in a calm tone.

"It wasn't exactly an argument, it was just a long-standing disagreement!"

"I just couldn't stand the fact that he did some despicable things!"

Wen Ying's breath hitched. She wondered if he still cared about Chu Wuyang, and couldn't help but whisper a defense.

"But that's a matter between them, husband and wife..."

Her tone was hesitant, clearly wanting to steer the conversation further away from the topic.

But I couldn't help but offer my own opinion.

The car brakes screech suddenly; Yang Jinchu's movements were very abrupt.

The car shook.

Wen Ying's body lurched forward, her forehead slamming hard against the back of the seat in front of her.

She couldn't help but let out a soft cry of pain.

Yang Jinchu immediately turned around, his eyes filled with a hint of anger.

Wen Ying's heart tightened.

Faced with Yang Jinchu's unfamiliar gaze, which held a hint of coldness, she was momentarily flustered and hurriedly apologized:

"I'm sorry, Jin Chu, I... I didn't know what happened, and I misspoke."

Yang Jinchu's gaze fell on her forehead, which was red from being bumped, and his eyes gradually softened.

He gently released the steering wheel, turned around, and reached out to lightly touch her forehead, his tone softening.

"You're right. It was actually me who wasn't paying attention, and that's why you bumped your head."

"I'm sorry, let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Wen Ying was momentarily stunned upon hearing his voice.

He seemed to be having some inner conflict.

However, seeing his gentle movements, her heart remained tense.

Even though Yang Jinchu was gentle with her, she still couldn't completely relax.

Yang Jinchu sighed, and seeing that she dared not move, his tone gradually became a reproachful one tinged with affection:

"Look at you, you were in such a hurry to leave that you didn't even get dressed properly."

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