Zhixuan, You Asked the Wrong Person

"Aah!!!" Chang Wei screamed, clutching his mouth as blood dripped steadily from between his fingers. Wearing metal knuckle guards, I kicked him to the ground and planted my shoe on his face, grinding down bit by bit.

"Sleeping with my wife was exciting, huh?"

Chang Wei writhed in pain and begged desperately. "Brother Yu, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong..."

I ignored him, took out my phone, snapped a few pictures of him, and sent them straight to my wife, Zhao Zhixuan. Less than ten seconds later, she called. I thought she'd ask whether I was hurt. But the moment I answered, the first thing she said was, "Chang..."