Switched Marriage: The Coddled Little Wife

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 Su Wenmao Gets Beaten

After scheming against him numerous times, stealing his job and even wanting his house, and later asking his grandmother to find jobs for their partners, now they wanted to destroy the reputation of Qin’s Bun Shop as they saw no hope?

Such scumbags deserved a good lesson.

"Who said we’re just going to let it go?" Lin Chuxia looked at Jia Liang and Hou Xiaobao, "Do you guys have any good ideas?"

Without a second thought, Jia Liang responded, "Fight fire with fire."

Lin Chuxia smiled slightly, "That’s exactly what I was thinking."

Jia Liang immediately understood, "If Mr. Lin trusts me, leave this matter to me. I assure you that I’ll handle it beautifully for Mr. Lin and Manager Su."

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The howling north wind gusts through, and the dry leaves on the trees sway with it, finally falling down under the burden.

As evening approaches, the occasional sound of a bicycle bell can be heard at the entrance of the alley.

Su Wenmao, wrapped in a military coat, sits on the rear seat of his bicycle, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking up at a 45-degree angle at the sunset, leisurely swinging his short legs to one side.

Timing it out, those people should be returning soon. Although it cost him over a month’s salary, the thought of damaging the Bun Shop’s reputation made it all seem worth it.

If the Bun Shop ends up being unable to continue business because of this, it wouldn’t just be a month’s worth of salary that’s worth it, but even three months.

He just couldn’t swallow this offense. A mere individual household dared to try to shit on his head. His father had swallowed his pride just to ask for a job, and yet they hesitated and made excuses.

The sound of messy footsteps came from behind, it should be those people returning.

Su Wenmao took the cigarette from his mouth, confidently turned his head around, but before he could see the people behind him, a bag was pulled over his head.

"Urgh... what are you..." doing

He didn’t get to finish his words before he was pulled off the bicycle.

Stumbling forward a few steps, he received a kick to his backside and fell to the ground.

Then, a rain of punches and kicks fell upon him. Su Wenmao cried out in pain, screaming for help.

There were at least four or five attackers. By the time he bore the pain and struggled to pull the bag off his head, he was met with a kick, which caused stars to burst in front of his eyes and a warm flow to trickle down his nostrils...

In a daze, he only saw several figures running out of the alley.

From the moment the bag was put over his head to when the people left, it was less than two minutes. Those two minutes felt like he had died once.

Fists as big as sandbags, countless feet hitting him; he gasped in throes of pain, feeling like there wasn’t a single unharmed spot on his body.

Especially that kick to his face, his cheek swelled up high, and his mouth was full of the taste of iron.

He sat up to look around; it had completely darkened, and not even spectators had passed by the entrance.

"Mom... Dad..."

Su Wenmao cried out in his heart, yet he didn’t dare to stay there long. He forced himself up, limping home with his bicycle.

As soon as he entered the doorway and saw the lights inside, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He threw the bicycle aside and burst into tears.

"Dad... Mom..."

Su Dazhuang and his wife were making dumplings in the house when they heard the noise and quickly dropped what they were doing to run outside.

Seeing Su Wenmao’s battered appearance, Mrs. Su slapped her thigh, "Good heavens, who the hell beat you up like this? Is there no King’s Law anymore?"

Su Dazhuang also furrowed his brows fiercely; he knew what his son had gone out to do today. He glanced outside and signaled to Mrs. Su with his eyes, "Let’s talk inside."

Mrs. Su stepped forward to help Su Wenmao, but as soon as she touched his arm, Su Wenmao winced and sucked in a breath of cold air, "It hurts, it hurts..."

Mrs. Su was heartbroken, "Who did this? Such a harsh attack."

Once inside, Su Dazhuang also began to inquire, "What happened? Su Wensong did this to you?"

As soon as she heard it was Su Wensong, Mrs. Su immediately became anxious, "I knew it was that little bastard. I’m going to find him right now, he’s gotta be put behind bars at the police station, this is outrageous."

"It wasn’t him," Su Wenmao’s speech was garbled due to his swollen face; he could barely open his mouth.

"Then if not him, who was it?"

Su Wenmao shook his head, "I don’t know. Suddenly a few people came up and started beating and kicking me. If it wasn’t Su Wensong, it must have been someone he hired." Other than Su Wensong, he hadn’t offended anyone else.

"Dad, you have to stand up for me, make sure you teach that little bastard a lesson. It hurts like hell."

Su Dazhuang narrowed his eyes, "What about the task you were supposed to do today? Did those people not get it done?"

"How would I know? I was waiting for them in the alley; I hadn’t even seen them return when I got jumped by these bandits."

Mrs. Su fetched a towel to wipe Su Wenmao’s face, growing more alarmed by the minute, "We should report this to the police, isn’t there any King’s Law left?"

"What’s the use of reporting to the police? No one saw them beating me. Even if we report it, it would be pointless," Su Wenmao said, aggrieved.

To keep the transaction with those few people secret, he had deliberately chosen a secluded alley. Those people moved fast, and after beating him up for a while, there wasn’t a single passerby at the entrance of the alley.

"We can’t just let this go. Let’s find Su Wensong. If he doesn’t give us an explanation, it’s not over. He’s got to compensate for hurting Wenmao like this, or at least give us his courtyard house."

When Su Wenmao heard this, his eyes lit up. If that were the case, then this beating wouldn’t have been in vain.

Su Dazhuang said irritably, "Why look for him? Even if we do, would he admit it? It could just provoke him to have Wenmao beaten up again. Can’t you see? Su Wensong has changed from before."

And he had inquired about it; Qin’s Buns Shop was indeed renting a house from Su Wensong’s family. Even if they switched courtyards, they wouldn’t necessarily have Qin’s Buns Shop under their thumb; they could only hope to charge a bit more rent.

Su Wenmao was anxious, he didn’t want to get beaten, but...

"What should we do then? Are we just going to let this go? What about Cuicui’s job? If we keep delaying, they’ll look for another suitor."

"We’ll find someone else then. If she finds someone else, can’t we also find another? Mom will ask the matchmaker to find you another girl soon. The year-end evaluations are coming up; once you move from an apprentice to a Level 1 worker, will you still be afraid of not finding a match?"

Mrs. Su had long been displeased with the way the other family took advantage of her son.

They didn’t even have a job and still criticized her son for being short.

Her son had a formal job at the machinery factory. After moving up to a Level 1 worker at the end of the year, his salary would be more than thirty yuan. Let them regret it then.

Su Wenmao was not satisfied, "But I like Cuicui."

Seeing her son like this, Mrs. Su felt frustrated with his lack of initiative, "If you like her, why don’t you think of something? If you can get Cuicui settled, will they dare to take advantage of you?"

"How should I settle it?"

"You’re so foolish; how did I give birth to such a fool? If you could get Cuicui pregnant, her family would be begging you to marry her. Would we still need to worry about jobs and rank advancements then?"