Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2019: Complete Victory in 2018

Being looked down upon by a little brat younger than him, the normally short-tempered Zhang Minghui finally couldn’t hold back and threw his book onto the table, standing up.

Soon enough, he realized it was right for him to stand up.

Because he was taller than Mo Ziye.

“I want to read, what’s it to you.”

Zhang Minghui glared furiously at Mo Ziye, completely forgetting the fact that he was Wen Jin’s relative.

Ziye frowned, “Why so fierce, if you scare Qingqing, I won’t let you off.”

“Pah, you’re just a kid from a slightly rich family, thinking you’re something special. What can you do about me, can you beat me?”

Zhang Minghui found the little brat in front of him more and more unpleasant with each look.

Such a pretty face, what a waste.

Ziye shook his head, looking at Zhang Minghui with pity, “Are you stupid? One hand in a sling, the other swollen like a pig’s head, and you still want to fight me. I, Mo Ziye, never bully the old, weak, sick, or disabled.”

Old, weak, sick, or disabled, what the heck?

Zhang Minghui’s face alternated between green and white from anger, courtesy of Mo Ziye.

Sitting next to Ziye, Qingqing glanced fearfully at Zhang Minghui, lightly clutching the corner of Ziye’s shirt, “Brother.”

Ziye gave her a gentle smile, “Don’t be afraid, Qingqing, watch your brother deal with the bad guy.”

Zhang Minghui, seeing Ziye stand up, warned, “Little brat, if I make you cry later, don’t go tattling.”

Ziye sneered, “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? Zhang Minghui, if I knock you down, will you become my minion and do whatever I say?”

“And if you lose?”

Zhang Minghui retorted, sizing up Ziye, who was much shorter and fair-skinned. With his lifetime of fighting experience, there’s no way he’d lose to him.

Looking at that coddled rich boy look, even with injuries, he thought he could make him cry out for his parents.

“You’ll soon find out the consequences of dueling with me.”

Ziye answered confidently.

After speaking, he turned to Qingqing, sitting on the couch, “Qingqing, sit here and be good. Later, brother will give you some candy.”

“Brother.”

Qingqing blinked her bright eyes, uneasily watching Ziye.

Ziye patted her soft face, gentle and patient, “Wait until brother has taken care of this minion.”

Last night, Second Uncle said as long as he could subdue Zhang Minghui, he could request any condition.

All night, Ziye thought whether to outwit or overpower him.

After meeting Zhang Minghui and exchanging a few words, he decided to beat him up until he feared him utterly through force.

In another office, Wen Jin sipped tea while watching a video.

Seeing Ziye and Zhang Minghui’s confrontation, a small smile curved his lips.

Ziye fighting Zhang Minghui, one relying on height advantage, the other on years of brawling.

Zhang Minghui might know how to fight, but Ziye had been strictly trained by Mo Xiuchen from a young age; not even Qing Feng and Qing Yang were allowed to go easy on him.

Zhang Minghui might not be his match.

Besides, Zhang Minghui was already injured.

Hence, he wasn’t worried at all, waiting for Ziye to subdue Zhang Minghui.

Back in the office, Qingqing heard the sounds of fighting, grabbed the edge of the couch, stood up, and peered over to see Zhang Minghui being stepped on by her brother.

With one hand clutching his collar, he looked down at Zhang Minghui like a king looking down on his subjects. Qingqing cheered and clapped, delightfully calling out, “Brother.”

With just a few moves, Mo Ziye completely crushed Zhang Minghui.

Hearing Qingqing call out “brother,” Ziye smiled up at her, then looked at Zhang Minghui beneath his foot, “Zhang Minghui, do you yield?”

Zhang Minghui’s face flushed red, “I yield.”

Although he said it through gritted teeth, Ziye still let him up.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Minghui, getting up from the ground, tried to sneak attack when Ziye turned, but Ziye dodged him, instead twisting his arm, causing him to scream miserably.

“Know your limits.”

Ziye snorted coldly, releasing Zhang Minghui.

Zhang Minghui stumbled and fell again, gazing up at the calm Mo Ziye, he closed his eyes and truly admitted defeat, “I meant what I said; I’ll listen to you from now on.”

Ziye walked in front of the sofa and embraced Qingqing, who was reaching out to be held, “Brother will peel some candy for you.”

As he spoke, he took out a candy from his pocket, peeled it, and popped it into Qingqing’s mouth. Qingqing smiled with her eyes, sticking her tongue out to lick the candy.

“Kids shouldn’t eat candy, it’ll rot your teeth.”

Zhang Minghui got up from the floor, walking over to Ziye and Qingqing.

Ziye gave him a sidelong look, as if saying “Do you think I don’t know that?” After Qingqing had licked it twice, he tossed the candy into his own mouth.

“I’m just letting her lick, not actually eat it.”

Zhang Minghui’s eyes widened, “You’re eating it after she licked it, there’s saliva, it’s dirty.”

“You’re the dirty one. Qingqing is my future girlfriend, and eventually my wife; how can she be dirty? You’ve never been in love, you wouldn’t understand.”

Ziye concluded with undisguised contempt.

Zhang Minghui’s mouth twitched, girlfriend?

“You said earlier that if you lost, you’d listen to me, right?”

“Mmhm.”

“Can you read?”

Ziye glanced at the book Zhang Minghui had tossed on the coffee table, asking coolly.

“I’m learning.”

Zhang Minghui’s eyes flickered with unease; in front of a younger kid, admitting he couldn’t read made him embarrassed.

**

Jing Xiaocha had been typing for two hours. Standing up to take a break, she dialed Wen Jin’s number.

She was still uneasy about Zhang Minghui, especially when Wen Jin mentioned introducing Ziye to Zhang Minghui as a mentor. If Zhang Minghui hurt Ziye, it would be terrible.

The phone rang a few times before Wen Jin’s gentle voice answered, “Hello.”

“Brother Wen, Little Hui hasn’t caused you any trouble, has he?”

Jing Xiaocha’s concern elicited a chuckle from Wen Jin on the other end, “Don’t worry, Ziye has already subdued him. He’s willingly agreed to be Ziye’s follower, working hard on a task Ziye gave him.”

“Really?”

Jing Xiaocha let out a long sigh of relief, finally setting aside her worries.

“Yes, you don’t need to worry anymore. With Ziye helping you manage him, he’ll be much more obedient.”

Zhang Minghui being a boy, sometimes using force is the most straightforward way.

Though older by a few years, Ziye was smart. Having Zhang Minghui practice under him was a good idea.

“Brother Wen, I don’t even know how to thank you.”

Jing Xiaocha was, of course, delighted to have someone helping her take charge of Zhang Minghui. Zhang Minghui always misunderstood her; she feared that even living in her house, agreeing to her terms, he still wasn’t genuinely willing to improve.

“Wait until Zhang Minghui truly changes, then you can thank me.”