Chapter 12: You Are Officially My Perverted Disciple!
Zhao Yiming's eyes widened as he instinctively reached out and gently held Su Meilin's hand.
"Mrs. Su, are you alright? Where did he hurt you? Should we go to the police?"
He fired off questions one after another, his heart racing. But one thing was clear—his hatred for Jin Haolong grew even deeper, like dark ink spreading endlessly through clear water.
Even if he'd been a bastard in his past life, he would never have laid a hand on his wife. Never. A man who dared to hurt a woman was a coward. A true scum of the earth.
Su Meilin blinked in surprise at his sudden reaction, then gave a small, bitter laugh.
"Oh no, Mr. Zhao... my husband doesn't hurt me like that. He never lays a hand on me... at least not physically." Her gaze dropped to the ground, eyes distant and hollow.
"It's just... his words. They can be cruel. Even if what he says is true, he doesn't have to say it like that..."
Zhao Yiming's voice softened as he responded, calm and steady like a warm breeze, "Mrs. Su... abuse is still abuse."
"Whether the wound is visible or not, it's still a wound. And sometimes... the ones in our hearts take even longer to heal than those on the body."
His words settled over her like warm sunlight breaking through clouds, and for a moment, her trembling shoulders stilled.
He didn't offer hollow comfort. He didn't rush to fix things. He simply stayed, and in his presence, she felt something she hadn't in a long time.