Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 158 - Slapping Ji Muye in Anger

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Slapping Ji Muye in Anger

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Slapping Ji Muye in Anger

Ji Muye had never expected that she would… fight with him?

Lu Xining didn’t give him time to think, her fist swung toward Ji Muye’s face. Ji Muye leaned back and reached out to catch her wrist in response.

She elegantly dodged his hand and raised her leg to strike fiercely at his vulnerable spot.

Ji Muye dodged warily, his eyes gaining a twofold seriousness as he no longer dared to underestimate each of her attacks.

His ex-wife… had just truly intended to cripple him.

Realizing this, Ji Muye started to take her seriously, putting in seventy percent of his effort.

They fought back and forth in the alley dozens of times, yet still, no victor emerged.

Every strike Lu Xining delivered was forceful, as if trying to take back all the energy she had spent on him over the last five years.

As a child, Lu Xining was, after all, the precious daughter of the Lu Family.

Before the Lu Family’s bankruptcy, although they couldn’t compare with the Ji Family, they were still a prominent household in Jingzhou.

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Lu Xining had been under the tutelage of a renowned instructor since she was young, learning various self-defense techniques, and even after the Lu Family went bankrupt, she never gave up, secretly training herself to protect herself and her grandmother.

Otherwise, during those six months at the bar back then, she would have been devoured to the bone by wolves.

Later, when she married Ji Muye, there was no longer a need to always worry about being bullied, so she never showed her martial prowess in front of him.

After the divorce, she unexpectedly saved Fu Junhang and learned a lot of fast, fierce, and precise moves from him.

Gradually, she grew to like those techniques.

In the years of taking care of her daughter, apart from her research, the thing she devoted herself to the most was improving her combat skills.

Rather than passively entrusting her life to bodyguards and people around her, she preferred to be in control.

Ji Muye had never known that Lu Xining was so skilled, and his attitude shifted from playfully sparing with her to taking her on seriously.

He could tell: she really wanted to beat him!

Ji Muye’s gaze hardened as he observed the ruthlessness in her actions and switched from defense to attack, progressively using more strength when blocking her incoming kicks.

It wasn’t until Lu Xining landed a fierce kick on his knee that Ji Muye knelt on one knee, his black hair disheveled.

He looked up at her, “Satisfied?”

Lu Xining frowned, displeased.

She clearly sensed that he could have blocked her move, but he deliberately lessened the force at the last minute, allowing her kick to land on his knee.

She said coldly, “Not satisfied!”

Ji Muye clicked his tongue internally and stood up saying, “Fine, let’s continue.”

This time, he didn’t hold back any strength; the wind from his punches caused the fine hairs on the sides of her cheeks to flutter, and the determination in her eyes made his gaze grow even deeper.

Although the two did not determine a winner, at the last moment, Lu Xining slapped him twice.

Ji Muye didn’t make a sound.

Feeling the numbness on his cheek, he chuckled, “You’ve wanted to hit me like that for a long time, haven’t you?”

Lu Xining didn’t deny it and continued to gaze at him with a frosty look.

Ji Muye irritably adjusted his tie, “Have you hit enough? If not, continue.”

Lu Xining narrowed her eyes, finding the man in front of her strangely unfamiliar.

He seemed to be deliberately presenting himself for her to vent, but she didn’t want to think deeply about the reasons behind it, nor did she want any more involvement with him beyond their child.

The palm she had just slapped him with was somewhat numb, dissipating some of her anger.

“Sicko!” Lu Xining turned and walked away.

Ji Muye suddenly laughed, “Yeah, who would faint time and again if they weren’t sick?”

As she turned to leave, Ji Muye had more to say, but when he reached out, Lu Xining slapped his hand away and forcefully kneed him in a sensitive area.

Ji Muye’s face changed color immediately.

He took a half-step back to avoid some of her force, but it still hurt so much that he gasped in a breath of cold air.

Lu Xining had no interest in dealing with the man’s middle-of-the-night antics and glanced at the spot she had just hit, thinking to herself, “If he’s really finished, that would be great.”

When Ji Muye came to his senses, he only saw the retreating back of Lu Xining.

She really was… ruthless.

Ma Sai had seen it clearly just now, his boss had intentionally given Lu Xining an opening when his fist was about to hit her.

It was only this time he had been very clever and extra cautious.

He wasn’t sure if Lu Xining’s last two slaps were out of anger at his boss for going easy or an opportunity to vent her frustration on him.

Regardless, as a man, when he thought about her last knee thrust, his scalp tingled.

“President Ji.” Ma Sai emerged from the shadows and walked to his side.

Ji Muye straightened up, the pain on his face fading, and he said with a stern expression, “Have someone follow her.”

Fuxian, after all, was a remote small city, and with limited income, locals couldn’t help having ill intentions when they saw a new face.

A beautiful woman like Lu Xining could easily become a target for bad people.

The hotel wasn’t far from here, and it didn’t take long for Lu Xining to return to her hotel room and take her clothes to the bathroom for a change.

When she came out after freshening up, she heard a knock on the door.

“Ningning, are you asleep?”

It was Zhou Jiawang’s voice.

The night was dark, Lu Xining was wearing a silk bathrobe and didn’t want to change again to see anyone.

Having just fought with Ji Muye, Lu Xining really didn’t have the energy to deal with Zhou Jiawang’s doubts and probing.

She didn’t want to bring up her experience in Port City again, so she chose to remain silent.

Hearing no movement in the room, Zhou Jiawang thought she was asleep and feeling somewhat dejected, returned to his own room.

In the deep quiet of the night, Lu Xining’s thoughts drifted far away.

Fu Junhang had come to knock on the door, bringing her late-night snacks he had made himself, “Knowing you didn’t have dinner, I made you some noodles.”

Draped in a long coat, Lu Xining said helplessly, “Monkey, you don’t need to go through all this trouble; I’m not picky about food.”

“I’m not doing it for you,” Fu Junhang expertly moved the noodles to the dining table, motioning her to hurry over and eat.

Lu Xining was bewildered until she saw him take out his phone and snap a photo of her eating dinner.

The tall man then sent a voice message to Lu Nuonuo, his voice squeezing out, “Nuonuo, uncle has kept his promise, see.”

So it was Little Dumpling who, before leaving, made a special request to Fu Junhang to make sure she had her meals.

Hearing her daughter’s tender voice praising Fu Junhang from the other end and seeing him the epitome of a ‘daughter-obsessed man,’ Lu Xining shook her head—their Little Dumpling really had these uncles wrapped around her finger.

Lu Xining had just video-called her daughter when she returned.

Jing Zheng was all bluster on the other side, insisting Little Dumpling choose between him and Fu Junhang as her favorite.

He started with an example: “Nuonuo, if uncle and uncle fell into the water, who would you save?”

Little Dumpling gave him a ‘are you serious’ expression, feeling obligated to remind him, “Uncle, I’m just over a year old.”

She spoke very seriously to Jing Zheng, “Save Nuonuo, okay?”

Lu Xining burst into laughter at her daughter’s resigned tone, and the soup she was drinking went down the wrong pipe.

Although Fu Junhang was video-calling with Lu Nuonuo, the moment she started to choke, he instinctively reached for a tissue and handed it to her, his actions natural.

When Ji Muye came knocking on the door, what he saw was Fu Junhang’s face—his gaze moving past him and landing on Lu Xining, his hand gripping the bruise lotion tightly.

Fu Junhang looked at the fingerprint on the man’s pale cheek and raised an eyebrow.

Ji Muye’s expression darkened, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhou Jiawang from the room next door joining them.

Three distinctive men gathered right outside the door to Lu Xining’s room.