Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 2110 - 2112: Bastard, How Dare You Hurt Her

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Previously on Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife...
Huo Zheng and Ning Ge openly competed for Song Jiaying's affection, showering her with gifts. Ning Ge even involved his son to gain favor. While visiting the hospital, Ning Ge and his son discovered a tense atmosphere. A distraught man, whose wife and baby died during childbirth, had taken Song Jiaying hostage with a dagger, seeking revenge. Huo Zheng attempted to de-escalate the situation while Ning Ge formulated a plan to rescue Song Jiaying by traversing balconies from the offices behind the hostage-taker.

The row of office rooms all have a small balcony, just as Huo Zheng had imagined. The distance between each room is about 1.2 meters wide, with nothing underneath. If one accidentally falls, from the tenth floor, one can only hope for the best.

Huo Zheng thought it was dangerous and assumed Ning Ge was just a rich businessman. Attempting to walk from the balcony to the back office seemed like an extreme challenge, but he didn’t know Ning Ge had another identity in the past and had received special training.

So, even though the distance looked dangerous, Ning Ge didn’t pay it any mind.

He only had Song Jiaying in his thoughts, the mother of his child, the woman on his mind.

Ning Ge took a deep breath, climbed onto the balcony, pursed his lips, and leaped to the opposite side like a nimble monkey, gripping the railing and jumping from one room to the next.

Meanwhile, outside, Huo Zheng was also trying hard to persuade the man who had fallen into mania.

Song Jiaying couldn’t see Ning Ge and furrowed her brows, but seeing Huo Zheng giving her a knowing look and pointing subtly towards the office, she was slightly taken aback.

Could it be?

She watched Huo Zheng’s persuasion and began speaking softly to the man behind her.

"Shut up, you people only serve the rich, never caring about the plight of us poor people." The frantic man shouted angrily, slicing the back of Song Jiaying’s hand with his knife.

Song Jiaying winced in pain, and the crowd gasped.

"Don’t hurt anyone." Huo Zheng was also shocked, quickly stepping forward two steps.

"If anyone comes closer, I’ll stab her in the neck. We all die together!" The man waved his knife.

"What do you want? Just make your demands!" Song Jiaying said, enduring the pain.

The knife was sharp, and with just one slice, blood began to flow, dripping onto the floor, one drop, two drops, bright red spots.

Song Jiaying had no choice but to press on her wound.

Suddenly, she thought of Ning Ge!

The crowd gasped again, and Song Jiaying looked up to see that everyone opposite her was staring, no, staring behind them?

The man also felt something was off. Just as he turned his head, a shadow pounced at him, startling him as he dragged Song Jiaying and stumbled to the ground.

Ning Ge saw Song Jiaying’s hand covered in blood and, after a moment of shock, his eyes turned red as he looked at the man like a dead person: "You hurt her!"

The man hadn’t responded before Ning Ge landed a few heavy punches on him, making him cry out as he waved his knife wildly, attempting to stab Ning Ge.

Ning Ge didn’t care, grabbing the blade and twisting it with his hand. Before anyone realized, the knife handle was already in his hand.

Song Jiaying had been helped up by Huo Zheng, and in a state of shock, she turned her head to look.

She saw Ning Ge holding the knife handle with one hand and grabbing the man’s hand with the other, plunging the knife down without hesitation.

"Ning Ge, stop!" Song Jiaying screamed.

But it was already too late.

The knife in Ning Ge’s hand was only stabbed into the back of the man’s hand.

The man let out a pig-like scream of pain, and the crowd shouted in shock.

Song Jiaying turned pale.

Ning Ge, still unsatisfied, landed another punch on the man’s face: "Bastard, you dare hurt her!"

The man fainted from the pain, and Ning Ge stood up, kicking him once more.

The hospital security rushed in, surrounding the man.

Only then did Ning Ge turn around, standing there, looking at Song Jiaying, completely unaware of the burning pain in his hand, with blood dripping to the ground.

His face was fierce, but upon seeing Song Jiaying, it slowly softened. He waved at her, revealing a smile: "Don’t be afraid!"

"Bastard!" Song Jiaying exclaimed upon seeing the blood in his palm, unable to help but curse.

The crowd was stunned.