The Pork Rib Soup Can't Be Drunk for Nothing

Ye Chen was enjoying his fried rice, completely unaware of the person on the roadside secretly taking photos.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a scar on his left cheek came cursing and swearing toward the stall.

The man was none other than Yang Qiufang's husband and He Qiaoqiao's father, He Du.

"Yang Qiufang, you stinking woman, so it really is you and your daughter. Did you think you could run off here and I wouldn't be able to find you?" He Du's eyes gleamed with greed and malice; seeing Yang Qiufang was like seeing a cash cow.

Yang Qiufang panicked the moment she saw He Du, her face turning pale and her eyes filled with terror.

He Qiaoqiao couldn't help but tremble all over when she saw him, her eyes brimming with both hatred and fear.

"Qiaoqiao, run!" Yang Qiufang secretly shoved her coin purse into He Qiaoqiao's pocket and urged her to take the money and flee.

The purse contained He Qiaoqiao's tuition and their entire savings; it would be over if He Du snatched it away.

He Qiaoqiao clutched the purse and bolted.

Watching this scene, Ye Chen furrowed his brows deeply, realizing that He Du was clearly here to cause trouble.

"You good-for-nothing brat, you dare run? Stop right there!" The moment He Du saw the purse, his eyes lit up, and he chased after He Qiaoqiao without a second thought.

Yang Qiufang rushed forward to block him. "That's Qiaoqiao's tuition money! You can't take it to gamble!"

"Get lost! You useless, sallow-faced woman, giving birth to such a worthless brat. Girls are meant to be married off to other families sooner or later, what's the point of all that schooling? And you dare run away with her? I'm your husband, the money you earn is mine..."

He Du shoved Yang Qiufang aside.

Yang Qiufang fell to the ground, knocking over a small table.

He Qiaoqiao, who had already run some distance away, saw that Yang Qiufang hadn't followed and, fearing her mother would be beaten, turned back.

"Take the money, take it all, just leave and don't come back..." He Qiaoqiao threw the purse to He Du and hugged Yang Qiufang, sobbing.

He Du picked up the purse, his face full of smug greed. "I am the head of this household; this money belongs under my management. As for telling me not to come back, don't even think about it. You are mine in life, and you will be mine in death..."

"Qiaoqiao! You child, didn't I tell you to run? Why did you come back? This money is for your education, he can't take it to gamble..." Yang Qiufang pushed He Qiaoqiao away and desperately lunged to snatch the purse back from He Du.

That purse held He Qiaoqiao's future and their only hope for survival.

Seeing Yang Qiufang trying to grab the money, He Du raised his fist and struck her heavily.

Yang Qiufang let out a muffled groan, her left eye instantly bruising, yet her hand remained tightly gripped onto the purse.

Seeing her mother beaten, He Qiaoqiao's eyes turned red, and she lunged forward, biting He Du hard.

He Du felt the pain and kicked He Qiaoqiao viciously.

He Qiaoqiao was knocked to the ground, curling up in pain while clutching her abdomen.

He Du raised his fist again, raining blows down on Yang Qiufang with a murderous glint in his eyes. "You stinking woman, let go! Let go!"

Seeing this, Ye Chen stood up abruptly.

This He Du was hardly a man; he never helped out, but the moment he showed up, he was stealing money and beating his wife and child.

He hadn't drunk that pork rib soup for nothing.

Just as Ye Chen was about to intervene, someone beside him grabbed him tightly.

"Young man, don't get involved. It's clearly a family matter; couples argue and make up, it's normal. If you step in, you'll only make things worse and get yourself into trouble," the man advised.

Ye Chen shook off the man's hand and said angrily, "Let go. Domestic violence is not a family matter."

"Sigh... why are you so meddlesome? Why won't you listen to reason?" The man stomped his feet in frustration.

The other patrons at the stall, seeing the fight break out, realized they couldn't finish their late-night snacks and, fearing trouble, vanished without a trace.

In his car, Gao Zuo grew excited. Why are you holding him back? Let Ye Chen go! Let them fight! It would be best if Ye Chen's face got smashed in or if he ended up crippled.

Ye Chen stepped forward and grabbed the hand He Du was using to strike Yang Qiufang. "Stop!"

"Don't you dare meddle in my business, you busybody! I'm disciplining my wife, what's it to you? Get lost, or I'll beat you too," He Du snarled at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen gripped He Du's hand firmly and retorted, "You know she's your wife, so is that how you treat her? A man's hands are meant to conquer the world, not to beat his wife. Only cowards hit their wives."

Yang Qiufang looked at Ye Chen with tear-filled, reddened eyes, her gaze full of gratitude.

Ye Chen signaled for Yang Qiufang to move further away so she wouldn't get caught in the crossfire.

Ever since Ye Chen had his head cracked open while saving Su Ningwei, he had signed up for Sanda classes just in case.

Although it was only amateur training, it should be more than enough to deal with He Du, who had no technique and was just acting like a madman.

"You motherfucker, who are you calling a coward? Watch me destroy you today." Stung by the insult, He Du dropped the purse with his other hand and swung a punch at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen tilted his head to dodge the blow and countered with a punch of his own.

Didn't He Du hit Yang Qiufang in the left eye?

He Du was sent stumbling back several steps by Ye Chen's punch, clutching his left eye and grimacing in pain while cursing Ye Chen's ancestors.

Yang Qiufang seized the opportunity to snatch the purse back, clutching it tightly to her chest.

Seeing that He Du was no match for Ye Chen, Yang Qiufang let out a sigh of relief and hurried to check on He Qiaoqiao. "Qiaoqiao, are you alright?"

He Qiaoqiao clutched her stomach and shook her head at Yang Qiufang. "I'm fine. Mom, are you okay? Will Brother Ye be alright?"

"I'm fine, Mom. You silly child, didn't I tell you to take the money and run?" Yang Qiufang pulled He Qiaoqiao into her arms, her heart aching. She blamed herself for being useless, unable to control He Du and letting He Qiaoqiao suffer along with her.

"How could money be more important than you? If it's gone, we can always earn more." He Qiaoqiao replied, casting a worried glance in Ye Chen's direction.

Ye Chen raised his leg and delivered a fierce kick to He Du's stomach.

Wasn't that the same spot where He Du had kicked He Qiaoqiao earlier?

He Du crashed into several tables, collapsing to the floor in agony. He clutched his stomach, groaning in pain, yet his mouth continued to spew endless insults.

"Shut up! One more word and I'll smash your jaw crooked!" Ye Chen straddled He Du, pinning him down to prevent him from rising to cause more trouble.

Seeing that he was no match for Ye Chen, He Du finally clamped his mouth shut.

"Auntie Yang, call the police, quickly!" Ye Chen turned his head and shouted to Yang Qiufang.

Yang Qiufang hurriedly picked up her phone and dialed 110, but just as she was about to press the call button, she hesitated after glancing at He Qiaoqiao.