A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Ye Wenxi and the others ate slowly, their chopsticks never stopping, but their ears were always on the table next to them, keeping an eye on what was happening.

The group of people sat in a circle, speaking loudly, which drew the attention of the surrounding diners.

The conversation circled back and forth, but eventually returned to that piece of clothing.

"Seriously, this suit is really nice!" A tall, thin man stared at the suit with a gleam in his eyes.

"Yeah, no wonder they sell them for so much. Once you put them on, you're a completely different person." Another person chimed in, reaching out to touch the fabric.

The man in the suit crossed his legs smugly, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, and chewed it noisily.

"It's only because the clothes are nice that I didn't want them. He said this is a one-of-a-kind piece that you can't buy anywhere else."

"Brother, can I try it?" A younger man next to him came over and reached out his hand.

"Get your hand away!" The man in the suit slapped his hand away, glared at him, and said, "This suit must cost at least a hundred, don't touch it like that."

Hearing this, Ye Wenxi was so angry that her hands trembled as she held her chopsticks.

She and Zhang Yunxia exchanged a glance, both of them suppressing their anger.

That table was still continuing.

"Brother, is that really the commander's daughter?" a thug asked, leaning closer and lowering his voice, but his voice was still loud enough to be heard.

"The Commander's daughter?" the man in the suit scoffed. "If she weren't the Commander's daughter, how could she afford such a dress?"

"They bought clothes for just over a hundred yuan so easily; I think they're quite wealthy."

"If it weren't for the high price of this dress, would I have agreed to it? You all know how much money I've invested in him. This dress is barely enough for me to break even."

He put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and spoke with disdain:

"Those officials make money so fast. Don't be fooled by their plain clothes; that's just for show. When it comes to actually needing money, what's a hundred yuan?"

bass--!

Ding Jiahe stood up.

The chair leg scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

"Who are you talking about?!" she exploded, shouting so loudly that people at the next few tables turned to look.

She rushed to the table of people in a few steps, her chest heaving violently and her face flushed red.

Just as Zhang Yunxia was about to pull her up, she saw Ye Wenxi also stand up.

The two walked over aggressively, one after the other.

"Where did you buy this suit?" Ye Wenxi stared intently at the man in the suit, her eyes glaring fiercely at him.

The people at the table were taken aback, and several thugs turned around to look at the two women who had suddenly appeared.

"Who are you? What's it to you?" The man in the suit tilted his head back, looking disdainful.

Ye Wenxi took another step forward, her voice suddenly rising:

"I'm asking you, where did this dress come from?"

The man was taken aback by her posture for a moment, then chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

"I didn't steal or rob. How I got this dress is none of your business. I'm not going to argue with you since you're a woman."

"Get out of my way right now."

Zhang Yunxia took two steps back with her arm around Zhang Xiangyang, her eyes fixed on the other side, ready to rush forward at any moment.

Ding Jiahe wasn't afraid at all.

She shoved aside the person blocking her way and started yelling at the man, pointing her finger at his nose:

"Lu Weihua treated you so well, and you wore the clothes she gave you, doing such disgusting things, and even hooking up with other women. Have you no shame? Are you even a man? Look at yourself, you look like a toad!"

She cursed so fiercely and urgently that her spittle almost hit the other person's face, leaving him stunned.

The man then realized that these people must have mistaken him for Du Yi.

But that's not the point right now.

"Who the hell are you calling a toad?" He slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Several thugs suddenly stood up, causing the chairs to tip backward.

"Where did you come from?" The woman next to the man reached out and tried to push Ding Jiahe with force.

Ding Jiahe dodged to the side, grabbed her wrist with his left hand, and twisted it downwards.

"Ah—!" The woman screamed in pain, bending over in agony.

Several men's eyes turned red at the sight, and they were about to make their move.

Ye Wenxi couldn't just stand by and watch them fight Ding Jiahe.

The first person who lunged at her had barely reached her when, without a word, she raised her leg and delivered a kick that would break his manhood.

"Ah—!" The man screamed, clutching his groin with both hands, and collapsed to his knees, his face as white as a sheet.

The entire restaurant erupted in chaos.

"Hey, Xiangyang, stay out of the way!"

Zhang Yunxia shoved Zhang Xiangyang aside, pushing him to a safe corner, and then turned and plunged into the crowd.

She rushed up behind a thug, and without saying a word, picked up a bowl of hot porridge from the table next to her and slammed it down on his head.

"Ah—it's hot, hot, hot!" The thug clutched his head, jumping around on the spot, porridge dripping down his face, looking utterly disheveled.

The sounds of shattering bowls, screams, and women's shrieks mingled together, turning the entire restaurant into complete chaos.

The waiter stood in the middle, hands raised, stamping his feet in frustration.

"Stop hitting! Stop! I'm calling the police! Stop it all!!"

......

An hour later, at the Tongjiang Street Police Station in Daoli District.

The room was brightly lit by incandescent bulbs, and a banner on the wall read, "Confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be punished severely."

Ye Wenxi never imagined in his life that he would be brought to a place like this because of fighting.

On the bench opposite, four thugs sat slumped about in remarkably identical postures.

With their legs spread apart, upper bodies leaning forward, hands covering their groins, and faces scrunched up like bitter gourds, these men were constantly sweating, and occasionally gasping for breath.

The police officer looked at the thugs who had been beaten so badly that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them, then turned to look at Ye Wenxi and her two friends, his brows furrowing into a knot.

"Hey you three... how did you manage to beat these four guys up like this?" He held a pencil in his hand, tapped on the notebook, and said in disbelief.

Ye Wenxi was too embarrassed to say anything and glanced to the side.

Ding Jiahe stiffened her neck, looking as if to say, "I did nothing wrong."

Zhang Yunxia lowered her head and held Zhang Xiangyang tightly in her arms.

The child was crying so hard he was almost having a seizure; his face was covered in tears and snot, and his little shoulders were trembling.

Zhang Yunxia felt extremely distressed and kept patting his back, gently comforting him:

"It's okay, it's okay, Mom's here, don't be afraid..."

Zhang Xiangyang sobbed as he looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, staring at the uniformed police officers. His lips trembled as he looked up.

Zhang Yunxia quickly hugged him tighter, wiping away his tears while whispering:

"The police officers are all good people, they won't do anything to Mommy, don't worry, Xiangyang, Mommy will be home soon..."

Police officer: "-_-||,..."

Am I being morally blackmailed?