'Is he... helping me?'
She thought he would relish in her humiliation and that the more she suffered, the happier he would be.
The other drunk man hit Ye Wenming. Ye Wenming pushed Zhuo Qianyun out of his arms. Then, he raised his hand and punched the man hard in his stomach.
Of course, Zhuo Qianyun knew Ye Wenming was a good fighter. When they were still dating, he would practice with professional fighters. She had seen him in such circumstances several times.
Therefore, she was not worried that he could not beat the drunks.
'I’m just surprised as to why... he’s helping me?'
Sure enough, the two drunks soon begged for mercy as they sobered up. The next moment, they fled the scene while staggering.
Ye Wenming walked up to Zhuo Qianyun. "Don't set up your stall here anymore."
He thought of how she had nearly been harassed earlier. 'Would the two drunks have gotten their way with her if I wasn’t here?'
He felt strangely sick at the thought of it and even felt that he had been too kind to let the two men go so easily.
Zhuo Qianyun suddenly chuckled. "Are you trying to destroy my life, Mr. Ye? Is it not enough that you sent those men to give me trouble? This time, you even sent two more men to put on a show and warn them yourself? You might as well not help me. Maybe I would’ve learned a more memorable lesson."
Ye Wenming frowned. "Ziyin didn't send these two men."
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