After finishing the interview script, I went to the parking lot, only to be blocked by one of Ryan’s friends.
"Sister-in-law, no need to take Ryan’s drunken words so seriously, right?"
The blonde guy leaned against my car with a sly grin, arms crossed, looking at me with ill intentions.
I stared at him coldly, "Move aside."
The grin on his face only widened, showing off a set of yellowing teeth.
"Hey, no rush, sister-in-law. I heard you’re thinking of breaking up with Ryan?"
"That’s our fault, but Ryan wasn’t wrong—
Sister-in-law, you’re in your twenties and still look as fresh as a teenager."
I frowned at his increasingly smug expression, sensing something was off.
He moved closer, trying to reach out and touch my face.
"Sister-in-law, if you break up with Ryan, why not give me a chance? I’m in way better shape than that scrawny chicken Ryan!"
He dared to lay a hand on me?
I couldn’t hold back—I threw a punch right at his face.
Before he could react, I swiftly dialed the police.
It was Ryan who bailed him out.
He even brought takeout for the guy, making sure he wasn’t mistreated.
I recognized the brand—luxurious and pricey, something I had long dreamed of trying.
Ryan had once promised,