Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

Chapter 221 Physical Castration Won’t Kill You

In Zhou Yongan's opinion, although Li Qingwen was not so weak that she could not take care of herself, she was always a gentle and well-behaved woman.

She was not like other girls he had met. She would not curse back if cursed at, nor would she fight back if hit.

There were so many family gatherings where her grandmother would insult her, but she would just hide away and feel sad. All the subordinates in the HR department wanted to get ahead of her, but she never took the initiative to do anything.

A few months ago, he woke up in the United States and was told that she had been kidnapped. He was anxious and thought he had done something wrong. He shouldn't have allowed people to send the photos to her and shouldn't have let her fight for the shares, because his grandmother could do anything and she might not know how to fight back.

Then, she finally fought back.

He knew that she had gone to the shareholders' meeting and that his grandmother had fainted and been sent to the hospital. He should have been worried about his grandmother's health, but he couldn't help but feel happy for her performance.

He knew very well that if she continued to be kind and tolerant and lived her life with goodness and forbearance, she would only be seen as easy to bully by others. She had to be able to take care of herself.

At his feet, Jiang Lei saw Li Qingwen holding a kettle and finally moved in fear. He just heard clearly the sound of the kettle boiling, and then the switch automatically tripped with a click.

He was still wondering why Li Qingwen was so careless. She was really good at watching plays and drinking tea. Now he knew that she wanted to...

Li Qingwen's face was pale, and the thought of revenge filled her entire mind. Thinking of what she was about to do, she became emotional and her chest heaved.

Seeing her holding the kettle and preparing to pour it on Jiang Lei's head, Zhou Yongan stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, don't dirty your hands."

Li Qingwen raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Yongan. She looked calm, but in fact she was still too frightened to fully recover.

She didn't do as she was told. With trembling hands, she brought the kettle close to Jiang Lei's face. The temperature of the kettle was also hot, so Jiang Lei moved his head.

Li Qingwen swallowed and prepared to pour the water.

At this moment, a hand snatched the kettle from her hand. Zhou Yongan stood up and told her, "Go call 120. I'm afraid he won't make it and will die here."

Hearing this, Jiang Lei once again resisted feebly. Li Qingwen said nothing and didn't even prepare to make a phone call.

Zhou Yongan picked up the boiling hot water and said to Jiang Lei on the ground: "Don't be afraid, physical castration won't kill you."

As he spoke, before Jiang Lei could react, hot mist had already emerged from his lower body, accompanied by a series of shrill screams.

He eventually didn't make it and fainted.

Zhou Yongan threw away the kettle and went to the bathroom to wash off Jiang Lei's blood from his hands.

When he came out, Li Qingwen was holding a cell phone tightly in his hand.

Zhou Yongan glanced at the person on the ground, picked up Li Qingwen's bag, took Li Qingwen's hand and led her out.

There was a laptop at the door. Zhou Yongan bent down to pick it up. The code on the screen was still running rapidly.

Li Qingwen glanced and looked up at Zhou Yongan, and immediately understood how he got in.

Zhou Yongan is extremely grateful that he has always maintained his interest in computers. Although his work in recent years has been related to finance, he has never forgotten computers and will practice coding whenever he has free time.

Although electronic locks are reliable, they are extremely useless when faced with brute force code cracking. In less than a few seconds, the password is automatically matched.

He didn't dare to think, if he didn't have this skill, if Lao Qian didn't tell him when he got in the car on Financial Street today, if he didn't wait in the car, waiting for her to come out of the store to talk...

Is it true that she will encounter an accident today and be harmed by trash like Jiang Lei?

Zhou Yongan couldn't imagine it.

The two of them came downstairs. Old Qian saw that something was not right and got out of the car immediately. Seeing that the Second Young Master and his wife were not in good condition, he said worriedly, "Second Young Master, this——"

"call the ambulance."

"Yes..." Old Qian responded and looked upstairs.

Zhou Yongan did not get into the Bentley. Instead, he walked to Li Qingwen's MINI, opened the back door, and said with an unnoticeable concern in his voice: "I'll take you home."

Li Qingwen was still in shock. He remained silent after getting in the car, with the window open and his eyes looking out.

The car stopped in front of Jiyue Mansion. Zhou Yongan got out and opened the door for her. Although Li Qingwen's complexion had recovered, she was still in a low mood. She was stunned and realized that she had arrived at her doorstep.

She came down and politely said to Zhou Yongan, "Thank you."

Zhou Yongan stared at the phone in her hand that did not belong to her, and immediately understood.

Instantly, his blood surged, his eyebrows raised, and he stretched out his hand to her: "Give it to me."

Li Qingwen: "I will hand it over to the police."

Zhou Yongan snatched it away directly: "I will talk to the police, don't worry about this anymore."

His tone was overbearing and unquestionable, but it made people feel at ease.

Li Qingwen's emotions gradually calmed down and he no longer thought about the cruel scene he had just experienced.

At the door, she entered the password to open it. Zhou Yongan followed her quickly and entered the house, as if he was afraid that she would lock herself outside again like last time.

As soon as Li Qingwen entered the room, he walked to the cabinet, found the medicine box, took out iodine and cotton swabs from the box, then walked to the sofa and said to Zhou Yongan: "Your wound needs to be disinfected."

Just now when she was driving, she noticed that Zhou Yongan's hand was broken. He hit him very hard, she saw it all. He didn't consider the consequences of every punch he threw.

Zhou Yongan walked over and looked at her shirt with missing buttons. His eyes were deep and he said, "You go upstairs and take a shower first. I'll do it myself."

He sat down, thinking of the scene of the bastard lying on top of her when he broke into the room. The anger that he had suppressed with great difficulty started to burn again. He shouldn't have let Lao Qian call for help.

Li Qingwen obediently went upstairs and took a shower in the bathroom for more than half an hour. When he went downstairs, Zhou Yongan had not left yet.

He was sitting on the sofa, his hands already disinfected. He stood up after seeing her come downstairs and walked towards Li Qingwen.

She deliberately avoided his gaze and said in a low voice, "Thank you for today."

Zhou Yongan stretched out his hand, wanting to see if she had any other injuries besides an obvious red mark on her chin.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Li Qingwen took a step back.

The subtle action made Zhou Yongan's heart ache instantly.

He confused what she meant, not knowing whether she mistook him for Jiang Lei or whether she was just wary of him.

He interpreted her action as the first one, then withdrew his hand and said in a gentle and soothing voice: "You have told me several times that you don't have to be so polite to me."

Li Qingwen didn't look at him directly, but Zhou Yongan still noticed from the side that her eyes were red and there were tears hanging on her eyelashes.

Did you cry up there just now?

"Are you feeling better now that you're done crying?" He wanted to say, you can just cry in front of me, why are you hiding?

Li Qingwen had just calmed down, but he couldn't suppress the impulse again.

She glanced at Zhou Yongan and wondered what if he hadn't shown up tonight, what if he was still in the United States. Tears welled up in her eyes again.

Li Qingwen raised his hand to wipe it off and asked him, "What do you want to talk to me about?"