Chapter 34: Preventing the Second Pair of Runaway Lovers

Zhang Pu hurried back to the area where the program had taken place earlier, searching from a distance, but Wu Xiaomei and her boyfriend Zhang Biao were already gone.

Damn! If they've gone off to indulge themselves, it's all over.

Just then, Xu Huiping sent him a message on WeChat, but Zhang Pu had no time to answer. He dashed toward the small house assigned to Wu Xiaomei, moving with the speed of a whirlwind.

Xu Huiping called next, but Zhang Pu ignored it and hung up directly, thinking to himself, Let that woman throw a fit on her own! Things here are a matter of life and death!

On his way to Wu Xiaomei's place, he suddenly felt as if he glimpsed a mysterious shadow. He muttered to himself about how strange that was, but didn't stop for a closer look.

He hadn't paused to investigate, yet the shadow was real. As Zhang Pu disappeared ahead, the shadow quietly trailed after him, moving with the stealth of a martial arts master, careful not to draw the attention of anyone nearby.

As Zhang Pu reached the little house, he heard noises coming from the bed inside. The situation was exactly like what had happened earlier with Hong Yingying—the door was locked from the inside, but the small window for ventilation was open, though covered by a curtain.

Within the small room, the pair who had been playfully tumbling on the bed suddenly found the atmosphere taking a sharp turn. Wu Xiaomei seemed to realize things were spiraling out of control.

For in the next instant, Zhang Biao flipped over abruptly, pinning Wu Xiaomei beneath his tall, muscular frame, his mouth descending, intent on a forceful kiss.

This was no longer mere lovers’ banter—it was about to become an assault. And with Zhang Biao's size, Wu Xiaomei’s slender figure was utterly powerless to resist.

Zhang Biao was in a frenzy, as young men often are.

But as he began tearing at her clothes, ignoring her will entirely, he was suddenly tapped gently on the back.

Wu Xiaomei’s eyes widened in shock—she saw Zhang Pu.

But Zhang Biao, caught up in his passion, merely turned his face and caught sight of Zhang Pu as well, yet refused to get up. Instead, he lashed out with a kick toward Zhang Pu, confident in his own skills.

Of course, he couldn't land a blow on Zhang Pu, but his attitude infuriated Zhang Pu instantly.

He had meant to show some leniency, out of the shared surname at least, but this kid was utterly ungrateful!

And what was even more unbearable—Zhang Biao’s hands were still tearing at Wu Xiaomei’s clothes.

Where did he get such brazen confidence, to act so outrageously? It was intolerable!

In a flash, Zhang Pu seized Zhang Biao’s foot, gave it a sharp yank, and the tall young man was lifted off the bed. With a burst of strength, Zhang Pu flung him like a sack of flour into the wall.

Amid Wu Xiaomei’s screams, Zhang Biao crashed to the ground like a massive loaf of bread, and when he raised his head, his face was instantly bruised and swollen.

"You son of a bitch, how dare you—" Zhang Biao began to curse, but Zhang Pu became a whirlwind, and a flurry of slaps—dozens, in the space of a breath—rained down on him.

"No one in this world insults my mother!" Zhang Pu declared coldly.

When he finally stopped, Zhang Biao slumped forward with a thud, as if he'd fainted.

Wu Xiaomei, stunned into silence, now hurried off the bed and ran to Zhang Biao’s side. After all, he was her boyfriend. Though his behavior today was despicable, still…

"He's passed out, you…" Wu Xiaomei faltered, not knowing what to say to Zhang Pu.

Like Hong Yingying before her, she had never imagined that the seemingly ordinary Zhang Pu could fight like this. They would never have believed it.

Now, Zhang Pu seemed to calm himself, casting a scornful glance at the unconscious Zhang Biao. He had, in fact, gone easy on him—if he wanted, he could have killed him. He knew Zhang Biao was the sort of rude ruffian who would never change, but his insult had hit Zhang Pu’s bottom line, so this time he hadn’t held back as much as he had with Hong Shunquan.

He hadn’t expected Zhang Biao to be so utterly incapable of taking a beating. His imposing size was nothing but a facade—clearly, he spent all his time on trashy websites or gaming through the night, never exercising.

Zhang Pu glanced at Wu Xiaomei, then said to Zhang Biao, "Don’t worry, he’ll live."

Then, under Wu Xiaomei’s stunned gaze, Zhang Pu tapped Zhang Biao’s body in a few places, as if bestowing a mystical touch. Zhang Biao immediately regained consciousness.

And when he woke, his mind was clear, fully aware of what had just happened.

For the first time in his life, Zhang Biao—who had always flaunted his family’s wealth and his own good looks, arrogant and untouchable—looked at Zhang Pu with absolute terror. Zhang Pu seemed almost supernatural, and Zhang Biao was so stunned he couldn't utter a word.

"Well?" Zhang Pu now looked at him with a mocking gaze.

What did he mean, "well"? What could he do? In Zhang Pu’s hands, he was at his mercy. Zhang Biao seethed inside, but even he understood that a wise man knows when to retreat, to live and fight another day. If Zhang Pu forced him to drink urine right now, he’d do it, just to get out alive and then gather his people for revenge—he’d make Zhang Pu pay dearly.

Seeing Zhang Biao’s utterly defeated, cowardly state—so different from his usual swagger—Wu Xiaomei was filled with a mix of emotions, but mostly disappointment.

And as she looked again at Zhang Pu, whom she had always dismissed, now transformed into a heroic figure, she felt an even deeper sense of loss.

She didn’t know what to say anymore.

Zhang Biao, for his part, seemed to sense the complexity of Wu Xiaomei’s feelings.

Why stay and keep humiliating himself? In that moment, Zhang Biao made up his mind.

Yet Zhang Pu seemed to be waiting for an answer.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Biao said, "Whatever you want—just say it."

He just hoped Zhang Pu would let him go now. Surely he wouldn't go so far as to take his life?

For a moment, Zhang Pu seemed unsure how to punish Zhang Biao further; after all, the man had already been beaten, and he hadn't actually succeeded in harming Wu Xiaomei.

"I want your word," Zhang Pu said at last, almost offhandedly.

"Fine! I promise," Zhang Biao responded at once. "I promise I won’t ever do that to Xiaomei again!"