Mr. Xie hit someone!
Zhong Yong quickly jumped out of the car, ready to break up the fight, but suddenly noticed that Xie Jinghu’s assistant hadn’t moved.
Huh?
Then why was he running so fast?!
He’d eaten too much on the plane, and running made his stomach churn.
Zhong Yong stepped back two paces, letting Xie Jinghu’s assistant take the lead.
“Quick, quick, hold back your Mr. Xie.”
Zhong Yong stressed the words “your” heavily.
The assistant was still dawdling.
Zhong Yong saw through it—this guy was on Xie Jinghu’s payroll, loyal to him, probably wanting Xie to rough up Song Foxiang to vent some anger, right?
Fine, then he didn’t need to rush either.
If it was just a fight, what was there to fear? Win or lose, Mr. Xie had the money to cover damages.
Xie Jinghu used to brawl often in his youth, but he wasn’t young anymore. Now, the pampered Mr. Xie hadn’t thrown a punch in ages, and his fighting skills had rusted.
Song Foxiang got hit because he was caught off guard. After taking a few punches from Xie Jinghu, Editor Song started fighting back.
Editor Song wasn’t as tall as Xie Jinghu, but his fighting style was like a woman’s tantrum—less about landing solid blows and more about using hands, feet, and mouth together, scratching, pulling, biting, and cursing. Editor Song was a master at all of it!
With this fighting style, Editor Song didn’t even need to stand up; he could counterattack while sprawled on the ground.
By the time Xie Jinghu’s assistant realised things were going south and rushed to separate them, Mr. Xie had already taken a vicious “groin kick” from Editor Song—Xie clutched his trousers and collapsed beside Song Foxiang.
Song Foxiang was pinned down by Xie’s assistant, unable to launch a second attack, and could only curse bitterly:
“Little Zou married a low-class man like you, pah! Let me go, two against one, what kind of man are you?”
This was, after all, in front of Song Foxiang’s workplace, and with the magazine’s chief editor getting beaten, several security guards rushed over to help.
“Editor Song, are you alright?”
“Who are you people, daring to start a fight here!”
The assistant didn’t dare keep holding Song Foxiang and let go to protect Xie Jinghu.
Song Foxiang was pulled up by the guards, his first move being to fix his hair.
Sadly, the dirt stains on his white shirt wouldn’t wipe off.
Editor Song, who always cared about his image, was rarely this dishevelled, and his fury surged. He wished he could kick Xie Jinghu a couple more times.
Zhong Yong never expected such a dramatic turn of events.
Mr. Xie… couldn’t even win a fight?!
Could it be that the boss sent him here not to stop Mr. Xie but to protect him?
Zhong Yong, feeling he’d overeaten on the flight, stifled a laugh as he helped Xie up: “Mr. Xie, are you okay?”
Xie Jinghu pointed at Song Foxiang, his trembling finger and clenched teeth betraying his rage: “…I’ll get you one day!”
Song Foxiang heard this and thought, good grief, even after losing, he’s still talking tough?
Song Foxiang wasn’t your average guy. Facing his defeated opponent, he didn’t show magnanimity; he went for the jugular.
Right in front of Xie Jinghu, he pulled out his phone and called the police, shouting for them to come protect him!
Zhong Yong, supporting Xie Jinghu, couldn’t help but chuckle.
Who’d have thought Editor Song was such a character!
In the capital, few dared to disrespect Mr. Xie, but here in Chengdu, Xie was about to end up at a police station to settle a dispute.
Xie Jinghu, thoroughly humiliated, struggled to his feet, shrugging off Zhong Yong’s help and returning to the car.
Song Foxiang was just looking for an excuse to contact Zou Weijun.
A trip to the police station was perfect—Zou Weijun would have to come bail out her man, wouldn’t she?
As the police were on their way, Song Foxiang wanted to call Zou Weijun, but Zhong Yong stopped him: “Mr. Song, I think it’s best if this dispute stays between you and Mr. Xie. No need to drag innocent people into it. What do you think, Mr. Song?”
Xie Jinghu was clearly a businessman, but Zhong Yong wasn’t.
Zhong Yong spoke with a smile, his tone mild, yet Song Foxiang found him oddly inscrutable.
“Who are you—”
“Just a nobody.”
Zhong Yong kept smiling. “I’m here to keep an eye on Mr. Xie, to make sure he doesn’t act impulsively. Of course, if Mr. Song acts out of line, I’ll have to step in to stop you.”
Who do you think you are, stopping me?
Song Foxiang huffed but didn’t call Zou Weijun after all.
He wasn’t scared of Zhong Yong—he just didn’t want to embarrass Little Zou!
Xie Jinghu sat in the back of the car, the spot where Song Foxiang had kicked him still throbbing. Zhong Yong opened the door and got in, first asking if Xie needed a hospital visit.
Xie Jinghu’s face was ashen: “No need!”
Zhong Yong saw Xie pull out his phone and, after a moment’s thought, advised: “Mr. Xie, there’s no need to escalate this. This is Chengdu, after all.”
If Mr. Xie wanted to make trouble, Zhong Yong wouldn’t care.
But it couldn’t tarnish the boss’s reputation.
They’d had a fight, and if Mr. Xie was willing, a few soft words could smooth things over.
But with Mr. Xie’s temper, soft words were out of the question, so the only option was police mediation… Such a dispute didn’t need to involve more people. It was just too embarrassing!
Of course, if Mr. Xie didn’t mind the embarrassment, Zhong Yong could always notify the Jiang family.
Xie Jinghu’s glare at Zhong Yong was dark, but Zhong Yong didn’t back down an inch.
“Mr. Xie, our country is a society governed by law.”
—Who told you to impulsively start a fight?
And you didn’t even win.
Within five minutes, the police arrived. Song Foxiang’s injuries were on his face, while Xie Jinghu’s were hidden. Though Xie’s tailored suit was crumpled, Song looked far more battered.
And this was right outside Song Foxiang’s workplace.
There were witnesses.
There were security cameras.
It was indeed Xie Jinghu who inexplicably started the fight.
Without a word, the police took Xie Jinghu away, and Song Foxiang followed.
Zhong Yong quietly sent a message to Xie Qian explaining the situation and went to the police station to handle it.
…
“Have you heard? Song Foxiang got beaten up right outside the office!”
“Really? Why?”
“They say it’s a love triangle…”
“He came in a black Mercedes. The guy’s loaded.”
Song Foxiang and Zou Weijun worked in different buildings at their publishing company, but gossip spread fast.
With Song Foxiang beaten up over a supposed romantic dispute, Zou Weijun’s female colleagues couldn’t help sneaking glances at her reaction.
Song Foxiang’s latest romantic drama involved Zou Weijun!
Yet Zou Weijun herself was oblivious, completely unaware it concerned her.
She and Xie Jinghu hadn’t spoken in nearly a year.
No one in her daily life ever mentioned Xie Jinghu to her.
Before leaving the capital, her relationship with Xie Jinghu had already soured. Xie was utterly devoted to his foreign lover, leaving Zou Weijun heartbroken and convinced she was a failure in love.
How could she imagine Xie Jinghu would fly from the capital to Chengdu just because someone wrote poetry to woo her?
Even less could she fathom Xie Jinghu starting a fight.
Such treatment was surely reserved for Xie’s precious lover.
