"Who are you?! Get out!"
Peter suddenly stood up from the sofa, his drunken eyes bloodshot and his face twisted with anger. His voice was fierce and bluff, but the slightly trembling ending betrayed his inner fear.
He knew who Xu Mo was. The honored guest Aaron had mentioned, the man even Diana treated with respect. This man was not someone he should mess with. But tonight, he had drunk quite a bit of wine, and the rage mixed with the alcohol had temporarily made him forget his rationality.
Xu Mo stood at the door, his eyes cold and frosty, with an undeniable chill hidden deep within them. He looked at Peter quietly, as if examining an insignificant ant.
"I'll give you two choices." His tone was steady, yet filled with an irresistible majesty. "First, kneel down immediately and apologize to Jess. Second, I'll make you lie down."
These two simple sentences were like an icy blade, easily cutting a chill through the air.
Peter's face suddenly changed, his fists clenched tightly, veins popped out, and his chest heaved violently. He had always disliked Xu Mo, and now being threatened in public like this, his anger immediately overwhelmed his reason.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! How dare you in front of me——"
Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward with his fists!
This punch, with its brutal force, hit Xu Mo's face directly, as if to tear him apart. However——
——The next second, his fist stopped abruptly in mid-air!
Xu Mo simply raised his hand casually and grasped Peter's wrist with unerring precision. The action seemed understated, yet it carried a despairing control.
Peter's pupils suddenly shrank, and he struggled to pull his hand back, but found that his wrist was clamped by a force as strong as steel, and he could not move.
“Crack!”
The sound of bones dislocating rang out crisply.
Peter's face turned pale instantly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his mouth opened wide, and the next second, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from the depths of his throat -
"ah--!!"
The pain came like a tide, his facial features were distorted by the intense pain, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he would fall down at any time.
Xu Mo's expression was cold. He turned his wrist slightly and flicked it casually.
Pete's body was suddenly thrown several meters like a rag bag, hit the wall hard, and then fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
He lay on the ground, wailing in pain, his body twitching slightly, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. The broken wine bottle on the ground cut his palm, and blood dripped through his fingers, but he almost lost the strength to scream.
The whole room was dead silent.
Jie Qian stood in the corner, her mouth slightly open, staring blankly at everything before her, her heart skipping a beat. Her blue eyes reflected Xu Mo's stern figure, and a complex mix of emotions flickered in them—fear of Peter's brutality, shock at Xu Mo's immense strength, and an indescribable sense of relief at having survived.
Her throat tightened slightly, and she wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't utter a word.
Xu Mo didn't bother to look at Pete again. He turned around and slowly walked towards Jie Qian. After he stopped, he stretched out a slender and powerful hand. His tone was calm and steady, but it revealed a power that could not be refused: "Let's go."
Jie Qian stared at his hand blankly, her heart trembling slightly.
She subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Pete, who was lying on the ground wailing in pain. The man who had beaten her in her memory was now in such a miserable state.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and finally raised her hand and gently held Xu Mo's hand.
At that moment, her fingertips touched his palm, and warmth seeped in along the lines of his palm, making her cold body unconsciously relax a little.
Xu Mo exerted a little force and pulled her out of the chaotic past.
———
In Xu Mo's room, warm light fell softly.
Jie Qian sat on the sofa, holding a glass of warm water in her hands. Her fingertips were slightly white, showing that her heart had not yet completely calmed down. She looked down at her reflection in the water. The bruises on her face still ached slightly, but at this moment, her emotions were more complicated than the physical pain.
Xu Mo sat beside her, looking at her quietly, his eyes gentle and with a hint of comfort.
"Thank you..." Jessie said softly, her voice a little hoarse because of the shock and crying just now.
Xu Mo didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, waiting patiently for her to sort herself out.
After a moment, Jessie looked up and asked softly, "Why are you helping me?"
Xu Mo smiled faintly, and that smile was like the warm spring sun, dispelling the haze in her heart. His tone was calm and firm: "Because I don't like to see women being beaten."
He paused, his eyes fixed on her intently, his tone sinking slightly: "Especially you."
Jess's breathing hitched slightly, and she gently rubbed her fingertips against the wall of the cup, as if she was thinking about what he meant.
"Especially me...why?" She raised her head and looked at Xu Mo with complicated eyes, gratitude, trust, dependence, confusion, and... a hint of imperceptible expectation.
Xu Mo slowly stretched out his hand, gently brushing the scars on her face with his fingertips, and said in a low and firm voice: "I want you to be my woman."
Jessie's heart suddenly trembled.
The suffocating scenes of Pete's domestic violence flashed through her mind, and then compared them with the man in front of her who gave her warmth and security... She never thought that she had any other choice.
But... is she worthy of it?
"Xu Mo, I'm already married..." Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself.
"Pete?" Xu Mo's tone was calm. "He has abused you not once or twice, right? If you continue to stay with him, sooner or later, he will kill you."
Jess bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and her eyes were slightly red.
"Leave him and become my woman. I will treat you well." Xu Mo gently lifted her chin, his eyes deep and focused. "Are you willing?"
Jessie looked into his eyes, was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.
Xu Mo raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the next second, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Jess shuddered slightly, finally closing her eyes and responding softly.
After nearly two minutes, their lips slowly parted.
"Your kissing skills seem to be very rusty." Xu Mo joked with a smile.
"Wu and Pete rarely do these things, and I haven't done these things with Pete since I gave birth to Ron." Jess's face turned a little red.
"Is that so..." Xu Mo nodded meaningfully, then asked with a smile: "Let's go to the bedroom next?"
Jie Qian knew what Xu Mo wanted to do and nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
"Let's go." Xu Mo pulled Jie Qian up from the sofa in the living room.
"Dong Dong Dong"
Just then there was a knock on the door.
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