Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Everyone was stunned.

I hadn’t expected Qiu Yun to see things so clearly after just one night, either. So I quietly stepped aside and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds.

Song Qiao froze for a moment, then immediately put on a look of deep remorse. Softening his voice, he said, “Honey, I had a little to drink yesterday. I really know I was wrong. It won’t ever happen again.”

He had a handsome face, and when he humbled himself like this, he actually looked a little pitiful.

Someone beside him immediately chimed in.

“That’s right, Song Qiao’s wife. We all heard about it. Song Qiao had a bit to drink yesterday and laid hands on you, but men are hot-blooded. He got worked up for a moment. It’s understandable.”

“Who gets divorced that easily? If you divorce him, who else is going to want you? Doesn’t a woman have to rely on a man her whole life?”

“A little squabbling is normal. Song Qiao only hit you because he cares about you. See, he doesn’t hit anyone else…”

Qiu Yun had been resolute at first, but now, under the barrage of voices, the hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly. Hesitation crept into her eyes.

Damn it. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I rushed over and slapped the person who had spoken.

“I care about you so much, that’s why I hit you. See? I didn’t hit anyone else.”

“You have a mouth, yet nothing human comes out of it. The only thing that can’t live without a man is the sour, stinking fleas on him. Is that what you are too?”

After everyone stood there stunned for a moment, they rolled up their sleeves, cursing and grumbling as they came to grab me.

I charged straight into the room, came back out with a bottle of liquor, and took a swig.

“Watch closely. I just drank. I’m young, I’m hot-blooded, and if I get worked up and do something, that’s understandable, right? After all, you’re the ones who said it.”

For a while, no one dared to come forward.

I swept a disgusted glance over this pack of bullies who only picked on the weak. It wasn’t hard to guess why they dared to bully Qiu Yun but didn’t dare bully me.

Because I was one of the few doctors at the county hospital.

In those days, seeing a doctor wasn’t easy. If anything happened to them, they’d still need me to pull strings for them.

Seeing me lose my temper, they changed their tune again and started blaming Song Qiao instead.

Song Qiao saw that things were going badly, left behind a single “Just you wait,” and hurried off.

Getting Song Qiao to agree to a divorce was no easy task.

But I got lucky. At the hospital, I ran into one of Song Qiao’s creditors.

The fierce-looking man, who had two scars across his face, bowed to me with tears in his eyes. “Doctor Li! Thank you for saving my wife. If you ever need anything from me, Scarface Zhang, just say the word.”

I chuckled twice. “Actually, there is something.”