161: Chapter 161 Beating up Li San

Luo Shiyun suddenly looked up.

Li San stood a few steps away, wearing a crumpled black jacket, his hair a mess.

His face had an unnatural flush, and his eyes were unfocused; it was clear he had been drinking.

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over Luo Shiyun.

From the bags in her hands to the new clothes she was wearing, from her flushed face to the smile she hadn't yet wiped away.

His eyes grew colder, and a mocking curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You're doing pretty well for yourself. Bags full of stuff, new clothes, a new dress, and even drinking bubble tea."

His voice was loud, causing several passersby to look over.

Luo Shiyun took a step back, her fingers gripping the handles of the paper bags until her knuckles turned white.

"Li San, what, what do you want?"

Li San laughed and took a step forward.

"What do I want? I'm just looking at my ex-wife, what's wrong with that? Am I not allowed to look?"

His gaze landed on the faint red marks on the side of her neck, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Oh, what's this?"

He reached out to tug at her collar.

Luo Shiyun recoiled abruptly, her back hitting the railing, and the bubble tea in her hand nearly spilled.

"Don't touch me!"

Li San's hand stopped in mid-air, the smile on his face vanishing, replaced by a cold, sinister rage.

"Not allowed to touch? You can do it with other men, but not with me? Dressed like this, showing off your thighs, with the marks on your neck still visible, who the hell are you pretending to be innocent for?"

Luo Shiyun's eyes turned red, and her lips trembled.

"We're already divorced. Who I'm with has nothing to do with you."

Li San's face twisted.

"Nothing to do with me? You're my wife, damn it! Even if we're divorced, you're still mine!"

He reached out, grabbed Luo Shiyun's wrist, and yanked her toward him.

Luo Shiyun screamed, the bubble tea falling to the ground, the cup shattering and spilling tea everywhere.

The paper bags scattered, and the newly bought cashmere coat slid out, landing on the cold floor.

"Let me go! Let go!"

She struggled desperately, her wrist aching from his grip, as if her bones were about to be crushed.

Tears fell, streaming down her cheeks.

A crowd gathered around; some people took out their phones to take pictures, others pointed and whispered, but no one stepped forward.

Li San dragged her along, leaning in close, his alcohol-tainted breath blowing onto her face.

"Come with me. Let's go back and live properly. I won't hold that business with that pretty boy against you."

Luo Shiyun shook her head desperately, flinging tears everywhere.

"No! Let me go!"

Li San's expression turned completely dark.

He raised his other hand and slapped her across the face.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound exploded in the corridor, and everyone around went silent for a moment.

Luo Shiyun's head was knocked to the side, and she swayed, nearly falling.

Half her face swelled up instantly, burning with pain, and her ears rang.

A trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, standing out starkly against her fair skin.

Li San still wasn't satisfied and raised his hand again, ready to strike again.

"Bitch! You don't know what's good for you!"

Just then—

A black shadow rushed in from outside the crowd, as fast as a cannonball.

Wang Yang kicked Li San in the side of the waist, landing squarely with all his might.

Li San flew backward like a sack of broken rags, crashing heavily onto the ground.

He slid more than a meter, slamming into the glass door of the shop opposite.

"Bang!"

The glass door vibrated with a loud hum, and the Shop Clerk inside screamed in fright.

Li San curled up on the ground, clutching his waist, his face turning a liver-colored purple, his mouth wide open.

But he couldn't make a sound, like a fish thrown onto the shore.

Pain.

It hurt like hell.

He hadn't even processed what had happened; he was completely dazed.

Wang Yang didn't even look at him, turning instead to walk to Luo Shiyun.

Luo Shiyun leaned against the railing, trembling all over, her hand covering the side of her face that had been hit, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Her hair was disheveled, a few strands stuck to her cheeks by tears.

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and half her face was swollen high, a large patch of red.

She looked like a little bird battered by a storm, shivering, so fragile she would shatter at a touch.

Wang Yang's heart felt like it had been violently squeezed, the pain causing him to catch his breath.

He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Sister Shiyun."

Upon hearing his voice, Luo Shiyun felt all her strength drain away, and she collapsed into his embrace.

Her face buried in his chest, she wept until she was gasping for air.

Her hands gripped his clothes, her knuckles turning white, her nails almost digging into the fabric.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, I'm so scared."

Her voice was intermittent, filled with tears, grievance, and the relief of having survived a disaster.

Wang Yang held her waist with one hand and placed the other on the back of her head, gently stroking it.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here. No one can bully you."

His voice was soft and steady, like an anchor, pulling her back from the storm.

Luo Shiyun cried even harder, her tears soaking his clothes, warm and wet.

Wang Yang held her, gently patting her back, stroke by stroke, as if soothing a child.

After a long while, her sobbing slowly quieted down into hiccups.

Wang Yang let her go and looked down at her.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, teardrops hanging from her lashes, half her face still swollen.

The blood at the corner of her mouth had dried, a dark red that made her skin look even whiter.

He reached out and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, his fingertips as gentle as if touching something fragile.

"Does it hurt?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip, nodded, then shook her head.

Wang Yang took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at Li San on the ground.

Li San had already scrambled up from the ground, bracing himself against the glass door, hunched over and panting heavily.

Seeing Wang Yang walk over, he instinctively took a step back, his back hitting the glass with a dull thud.

"You, you stay back."

Wang Yang didn't speak, taking Luo Shiyun's hand and walking over step by step.

Luo Shiyun followed behind him, her hand held by his, feeling the warmth and strength of his palm.

The fear in her heart gradually dissipated.

The two of them walked up to Li San.

Wang Yang let go of Luo Shiyun's hand and gently pushed her behind him.

"Stand back a little."

Luo Shiyun obediently took two steps back.

Wang Yang raised his foot and kicked Li San in the stomach.

Li San screamed, curling up like a shrimp, the sour bile from his stomach vomiting out and splattering on the floor.

Wang Yang didn't stop, kicking him in the knee next.

Li San's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, his knees hitting the marble floor with a dull thud.

He trembled all over from the pain, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Don't, don't hit me anymore."

Wang Yang crouched down, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him halfway up from the ground.

Li San was forced to tilt his head back, meeting Wang Yang's cold eyes, and he shuddered.

There was no anger or excitement in those eyes, only coldness—cold as the ice of midwinter.

Wang Yang raised his other hand and slapped him across the face.

"Slap!"

Li San's face was knocked to the side, the corner of his mouth instantly splitting open, and blood flowed down.