I'm supposed to go beat her up? Yuan Gang, having steadied himself, looked at Lü Wushuang in the distance, somewhat dumbfounded.
Grabbing Lü Wushuang by the throat beforehand as a precaution was one thing. Even killing her if she went wild was acceptable.
But no matter what, he could not bring himself to beat his wife. Perhaps, to him, it did not count as beating his wife, but still—because the two had argued and deadlocked, beating Lü Wushuang senseless to force her mouth open felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.
In short, whether he acknowledged Lü Wushuang as his wife or not, things had already been twisted into this. He was deeply conflicted—well, not exactly conflicted—but if it came to this, he simply could not bring himself to do it.
Yet when faced with reality, as Niu Youdao had said, they could not afford to drag this out. Matchmaker might return at any moment; otherwise, who knew how many people would die in Southern Prefecture City? The situation was indeed urgent.
Lü Wushuang was no ordinary woman, nor was she one to make trouble without cause. For her to suddenly strike at this moment meant she had aimed true, gripping Yuan Gang's weak spot in one hand and leaving him in torment.
In the end, Yuan Gang yielded. He had no choice but to yield.
In a sense, Yuan Gang was rather "heroic and tragic." Back then, for the safety of countless people, he had decided to marry Lü Wushuang. Now, once again for the safety of countless people, he braced himself and walked step by step toward Lü Wushuang.
Niu Youdao watched him closely, his nerves tightening slightly. He worried that this idiot might really go over and beat Lü Wushuang senseless.
But on second thought,