Before Su Qing Ning could finish saying her piece, she was sent flying with a kick that resulted in her cras.h.i.+ng hard into the table behind her, dropping the boiling hotpot and the various plates to the floor.

Her quick reflexes saved her from getting scalded all over by that pot of hot soup.

“What's wrong?”

“What's going on?”

“Oh gos.h.!.+ What in the world happened?”

The customers of the shop turned to look in the direction of the commotion in shock.

Mo Jiangye took his time standing up and shooting a cold glance over at the woman on the floor, who was grimacing in pain.

“This is the last time I'm warning you: Get close to me again and say anything bad about my woman and you'll die before you even know it. Trust me on that!”

“Mm…” Tears poured down her face as she wrapped her arms around her injured stomach.

She dared not believe that her beloved Brother Jiangye… had actually resorted to using violence on her.

His eyes were dark and cold as he reached over for the paper napkin on the table and lazily wiped his hands with it. The terrifying yet explosive aura that he emitted struck fear in people's hearts.

“Drag her away.” He then tossed the used napkin on the lady.

The waiter standing beside them stared dumbly at him. An involuntary urge to back up and stay as far away as possible from this dangerous man formed within him.

“Didn't you hear me?” With his head tilted, he narrowed his eyes at the waiter.

The eerie, stabbing glare the waiter received made his scalp go numb.

“Y-Yes, sir. I'll get right on it.”

“B-Brother Jiangye… It's me, Qing Ning, your childhood companion. How did you end up this way just because of a woman?”

Before long, two male staff members came forward to drag Su Qing Ning away.

“Let me go! Get your filthy hands off me! Don't you touch me! Don't you touch me!”

“Toss her out.”

One could not help wanting to obey the man, who was akin to a lofty emperor whose orders could not be refused.

The two waiters paid no heed to the missy's tantrums and struggles and speedily hauled her out of the shop.

“Qing Ning! What happened to you, Qing Ning?” cried Old Master Lin in shock when he noticed how badly Su Qing Ning was injured as soon as he walked out of the other booth upon hearing the commotion.

At that moment, the only sound in the hotpot shop was the bubbling sound of the soup. Everyone else in the shop was left flabbergasted and dared not make a peep.

Mo Jiangye gave the ring around his finger a twist before smoothing down his clothes and calmly taking a seat again.

This was the second time he laid a hand on a female. The first time had been when that shrew had ruined the groceries that he and his wife had selected. Su Qing Ning was the second female he had used violence on.

He would not spare anyone, regardless of gender and age, who spoke ill of his woman.

He could not even bear to hit or scold her, for she was the beloved apple of his eye, so what gave others the right to speak ill of her?

No one was allowed to bully and insult his woman!

“Have you had your fill, Baby Ruo? You'll be going somewhere with me later.”

In just an instant, his voice was once more filled with patience and tenderness.

Yao Tiao and Ji Sichen, who sat opposite the couple, gawked at their female friend.

“I'll go wherever you go.” Ye Erruo interlocked her fingers with her husband's as she gazed deeply at him.

An indulgent smile hung on Mo Jiangye's face as he tucked a lock of her stray fringe behind her ear. “Good.”

Her body trembled a little as she aimed a kiss at his cheek and gave him a sickeningly sweet smile in return.

Yao Tiao shuddered. Ugh, this is too scary. Not only is their public display of affection scary, but Chief Mo is even scarier when he gets infuriated.

At the next table, Bo Jinyan picked up the used napkin from the floor and cast a meaningful glance at his love rival…