His physiological preference

Qin Yushang arrived quickly. He glanced at the boy in black curled up on the ground, then at the boy in white leaning against the glass door, rubbing his chest.

He didn't ask what had happened, walked over to Qin Yuzheng, listened to him say a few words, and nodded.

"I'll handle this, you guys go first."

Qin Yuzheng led Yang Zhiyan away.

Jiang Siya stood there, glanced at the two boys on the ground, then at Qin Yushang, and hesitated for a moment. "I'm leaving too."

She followed Yang Zhiyan.

Qin Yushang looked at the two boys on the ground, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Attorney Zhang, could you come here?"

Then send the address over.

The boy in black had already sat up from the ground, his hand still clutching his stomach, his face deathly pale.

"What right do you have to hit me? I'm calling the police!"

Qin Yushang gave him a speechless look. He thinks he's right to bully a girl?

He knew that most girls would be angry but dare not speak out. This kind of social scum is a bully who preys on the weak.

I didn't expect to meet someone so tough. My sister-in-law's friend is quite cool, unlike my sister-in-law who's so soft and gentle.

"You report it," Qin Yushang said, afraid he wouldn't, "for verbally abusing women and causing trouble in a public place. My lawyer is here, you can talk to him yourself."

The boy in the white shirt sat on the ground, burying his face in his knees.

In the parking lot, Qin Yushang's car was still parked next to the exit, its hazard lights flashing.

Qin Yuzheng opened the passenger door, and Yang Zhiyan got in and fastened her seatbelt.

He went around to the driver's seat and started the car. The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic on the main road.

The car was quiet for a moment. Yang Zhiyan held up the mango sago dessert in her hand, pointing the straw towards Qin Yuzheng.

"Want some? It'll cleanse your palate." Qin Yuzheng glanced down at the cup of milk tea. There were water droplets on the cup, and a wet fingerprint was left where she had held it.

He doesn't like sweet drinks; they're too cloying. Every time he drinks one, he feels like something is stuck in his throat.

But the baby handed it to him, so he bit the straw and took a sip.

It was sweet and sour, with grapefruit seeds bursting in his mouth, and a slightly astringent taste. He swallowed it; the flavor was not bad.

Yang Zhiyan also took a sip. "Didn't you say you didn't like it?"

She remembered him saying that the milk tea was too sweet and he didn't like it.

Qin Yuzheng looked at the road ahead.

"My baby handed it to me, how could I not drink it? Wouldn't that be a waste of my baby's kindness?"

Yang Zhiyan remained silent, placed the cup on the cup holder, and looked out at the street scene. But she was in a very pleasant mood.

The car was parked in the underground parking garage of Shengshi Tianxi. The two people took the elevator, and in the corridor on the 22nd floor, the motion-activated lights came on.

Yang Zhiyan walked to her door, opened it, and stood there, about to turn around and say goodnight. Qin Yuzheng stood behind her, showing no intention of returning to his side.

"No," Yang Zhiyan blocked the door frame with her hand, "You should go back now. I've been too tired lately, I need to rest early."

Qin Yuzheng looked at her hand blocking the door frame, then at her face.

"Baby, I have something to ask you. I'll just go in and sit for a bit, just a little while."

Before she could finish speaking, he had already slipped under her arm. He moved with lightning speed.

Yang Zhiyan looked at Qin Yuzheng, who was already standing in her living room, sighed, and closed the door.

"What do you want to ask? Ask quickly." She leaned against the wall in the entryway, arms crossed.

Qin Yuzheng stood in the middle of the living room, holding the car keys in his hand, slowly turning the keys between his fingers.

His gaze moved from the ceiling to the floor, from the floor to the coffee table, from the coffee table to the succulents on the windowsill, but he never looked at Yang Zhiyan.

"Well..." he paused, "well, did you think I was fierce today?"

Yang Zhiyan was stunned for a moment. Fierce? She thought back to the scene of Qin Yuzheng kicking someone earlier today. The movement was fast, ruthless, and precise.

But she didn't think he was fierce; she thought, how should I put it, he was kind of handsome. But she didn't want him to get too arrogant, so she phrased it differently: "He's not fierce at all."

Qin Yuzheng's expression relaxed a little. "Then if I kick someone, don't you think it's violent?"

"You're not going to kick me, are you?" Yang Zhiyan looked at him, her tone joking.

Qin Yuzheng paused for a moment, then frowned.

"How could that be? I'm too busy taking care of you to even think about it." His tone became urgent, as if he were defending himself against being wrongly accused.

Looking at his furrowed brows, a thought popped into Yang Zhiyan's mind.

She had always wanted to ask, but never dared to. He had been married and was divorced.

Why the divorce? He never said. She asked him, and he brushed it off with "a political marriage." But that wasn't the reason.

Political marriages can work out; haven't many politically arranged marriages lasted a lifetime together? There must be a reason for divorce.

"You and your ex-wife divorced," she looked into Qin Yuzheng's eyes, "wasn't it because of domestic violence?"

It felt as if a layer of air had been sucked out of the living room.

Qin Yuzheng dropped his keys to the floor, the metallic clang of metal against the tiles ringing out sharply in the quiet living room. He didn't bend down to pick them up.

He looked at Yang Zhiyan, his lips moved slightly, then closed again.

Qin Yuzheng was a little sad. In Bao Bao's heart, was he really such a despicable person?

Seeing his expression, Yang Zhiyan felt a voice in her heart saying, "Oh no, you were right."

But what she said was, "Why are you getting so angry? Did I guess right?"

Qin Yuzheng heard the sound of his own heart breaking. In Bao Bao's heart, was he really that bad, so bad that he would commit domestic violence?

He opened his mouth several times, but each time it opened and then closed again. Finally, he bent down, picked up the keys from the ground, turned around, opened the door, and went out.

The door closed.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on and then off.

Yang Zhiyan stood in the entryway, looking at the closed door and listening to the footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

He left, just like that, fuming. Is it really true? He should at least give us an answer!

Could she have guessed right? She'd seen too many stories like this: men who were gentle and refined before marriage turned into completely different people afterward.

It's not that he's changed, it's that he doesn't need to pretend anymore. Is Qin Yuzheng really that kind of person? He's gentle, considerate, and thoughtful in front of her, always thinking of her needs.

He remembers every word she says, knows what she likes to eat, will bring her brown sugar ginger tea during her period, and will get so nervous that his voice trembles when she says "stomach ache".

But what if he was just pretending? He's thirty-five, so outstanding, in a high position, and good-looking.

How could they possibly get divorced under normal circumstances? Given the tolerance of Chinese women, unless they have a fatal flaw, how could they easily get divorced?

And even if he gets divorced, given his circumstances, shouldn't he remarry quickly?

Why have you been single for so many years? Isn't it because the reason for your divorce is too fatal, so no one dares to marry you?

When the issue of violence came up today, his reaction was so strong—he turned and left—that's not how someone who has been wronged would react.

The person who was wronged will defend themselves and explain. He turned and left because he was caught red-handed and didn't know how to face the situation.

She buried her face in her knees. She was afraid, afraid that the happiness before her was just a fleeting moment.

She longed for a warm home and someone she could rely on.

Her early life was too bitter. Finally, someone appeared who gave her sweets, warmth, and a hug she could cuddle with, but she was afraid it was all fake.

But she told herself that even if he was a fake, she wasn't afraid. She was different now.

She has her own career, Teacher Mu, Jiang Siya, and herself who is slowly becoming a better version of herself.

Even without Qin Yuzheng, she would never go back to that muddy house.

When Qin Yuzheng returned to his side and closed the door, he tossed the key onto the shoe cabinet.

The key fell onto the shoe cabinet with a "clunk".

He grew increasingly anxious. Did she really think he was mean? Did she really think he hit her?

He didn't know why he ran away in such a panic. Was it because he was too heartbroken? Or because he was too scared?