Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 133

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.