Harry refuted Jiam on behalf of Hana in a voice that was both matter-of-fact and laced with quiet conviction.
[Intimacy with Hana: 10 (10 for first acquaintance)]
[Intimacy with Hana: 10 (20 for first acquaintance)]
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[Intimacy with Hana: 10 (50 friendly)]
Almost every word Harry spoke resonated deeply with Hana, expressing the feelings she had long kept bottled up.
Now, Hana looked at Harry as if he were her confidant—She really wanted to give Harry a kiss!
"Harry! You!! You!!! You are talking nonsense!! You are talking about heresy!! You!! Your remarks are simply… simply… simply…"
Jiam was dizzy after being beaten by Harry’s so‐called feminist type remarks. Won cannot be trusted, they will ruin you.
He was so angry that his head felt swollen and his face flushed. He wanted to retort furiously, but the words simply wouldn’t co, it felt as if his breath were stuck in his throat, almost choking him.
Faced with Harry’s well-reasoned, organized, and passionate rebuke, the straight man Jiam was so enraged that he almost vomited blood.
"Bang!" Jiam slapped the table fiercely, and like an angry rooster, he reached out and grabbed Harry’s collar.
"Ah!! I’m going to kill you, you dog!!"
"Bang!"
At that mont, a loud slap rang out.
Hana had slapped Jiam directly across the face!
"Hana! What are you doing?! Why are you cursing?! Huh?! Do you want to hit people for no reason?
Don’t you see where we are—so many people are watching! Is this a place for you to act wild? Have you no manners at all?
Even if you feel no sha, I am ashad for you!"
Hana shouted, pushing the furious Jiam away with an angry glare. She stood firmly in front of Harry, her head held high, protecting him as she continued to shout at Jiam.
"—Hana! You!! You actually hit for another man?!! I’m your husband!! You… you actually hit in front of so many people?!"
Jiam looked at Hana in disbelief as she defended Harry. For a mont, his throat tightened and it felt as though a mouthful of blood choked him.
"Hana! What did Harry say that was so wrong? He was just reasoning with you—he was doing it for your own good!
Why did you hit him? We rarely get together for a nice dinner, yet you hit him for no reason! What’s gotten into you today? Are you crazy?!
If you want to hit Harry, then go ahead—beat and the baby in my belly to death! I can’t afford to lose face like this!"
Hana’s face flushed with passion as she looked at her usually gentle, calm, and cautious husband with disbelief. She could not understand why Jiam was so angry and had lost his temper just now.
This was utterly incomprehensible to Hana. In her eyes, every word Harry spoke made perfect sense—each was brilliant and asured, and he hadn’t said anything excessive.
All of Jiam’s outbursts were nothing more than his unreasonable, hysterical nonsense!
"Han, forget it! Stop talking! This is just a misunderstanding! Let’s sit down and talk it over properly! We rarely get together for dinner—how did things escalate like this?"
Wanda glared fiercely at Harry, then pulled the furious Hana aside and gently comforted her.
"Forget it, Hana—stop talking! Since he’s your husband, I’ll just pretend that today never happened! This kind of person is completely self-righteous and lives in his own world. He’s so selfish—it’s impossible to reason with him! I’ve said too much already!"
Harry put on a helpless expression and shook his head, though he shot Jiam an extrely provocative look.
"Fuck you! You bastard! I’m going to fight you!"
Jiam roared, already fuming over Harry’s feminist remarks and now feeling utterly betrayed by his wife. It felt as if the whole world had turned its back on him.
He wanted to retort, but he was completely speechless. He clearly had countless reasons to counter Harry’s feminist argunts, yet he simply couldn’t organize his thoughts.
Facing Harry’s outrageous provocation, Jiam felt as though he were being driven to madness!
"Jiam! Co on! Hit ! Beat to death! If you kill and the baby in my belly, you’ll be satisfied!
You won’t have to worry about anyone dividing the family property with you—I won’t spend your family’s money! Co on! Hit ! Beat to death!"
Hana, her voice trembling yet fierce, raised her head and protected Harry with every fiber of her being, even daring Jiam to hit her as she pressed her round, bulging belly forward.
Yet, as Jiam looked at his wife Hana’s round, prominent belly, he couldn’t bring himself to do it after all.
"Okay! Okay! In that case—give back my BMW key! Don’t live with ! Don’t co back to this family! You protect Harry so much and act as if he’s so perfect—then you should live with Harry from now on! Hello, everyone! I’m redundant! I’m leaving! I’m leaving now!!!"
Jiam, completely losing his mind in anger, snatched the BMW key that Hana had been proudly displaying on the table, turned on his heel, and strode out the door without a backward glance.
"That’s just not the case! Jiam, you bastard! Beast! Go to hell! I swear I will never go back to your house again!"
Seeing Jiam rushing out, Hana imdiately collapsed with a pale face—her body went limp as she fell into the waiting arms of Harry.
"Hana! Are you okay? How could Jiam be so irresponsible! He’s a grown-up, yet his temper is worse than a child’s! He left his wife and children behind and just bolted like that?!!"
Harry supported Hana, draping his arm around her waist with feigned concern and letting her lean against him tightly.
With a worried expression, he said, "It’s okay, Hana. If he leaves you, I will be with you! We have always been your strong backing!"
"Harry! Wanda! How could I et such a scumbag! My life is so miserable!" Hana cried, tears flashing in her eyes as hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
She collapsed into Harry’s arms, clinging to his shoulder as she burst into sobs.
It was clear that Hana was on the verge of collapse. At tis like these, won are most vulnerable and in desperate need of security.
Harry quickly took advantage of the situation, hugging Hana and comforting her gently.
"Hana, it’s okay! He was probably in a bad mood today or encountered sothing that set him off, so he got so angry. But no matter how bad his mood, he can’t treat a pregnant woman like this!
What’s the matter with a man who, having been wronged outside, cos back to vent his anger on his wife? Hey, Hana, don’t cry—it’s okay.
Wanda and I are here for you; we’ll take you ho. When we get back, you can talk it over."
[Intimacy with Hana: 10 (60 familiarity)]
"Hana, don’t be like this. I feel so sad when you do this! It’s all Harry’s fault today. Harry shouldn’t be spouting so much nonsense! We ca together for a nice dinner, but how did it end up like this… Really…"
Wanda, observing the scene with clear insight, sneered at Harry’s earlier feminist remarks. She realized it was probably Harry’s words that had provoked Jiam’s hysterical anger, yet she couldn’t bring herself to refute them.
After all, Harry had spoken of his love and care for her.
Although Wanda felt that such conflicts shouldn’t occur between n and won, she had nothing to complain about regarding her husband being so good to her. She simply felt very happy and believed she should be even kinder to him.
As for Jiam, even if what Harry said was indeed a bit unorthodox, he couldn’t possibly get so angry as to hit soone, right? Harry truly hadn’t expected Jiam to have such poor manners!
"Wanda! Why do you say such things about Harry? What did Harry say wrong just now? A man like Harry is a good man—a real man! Jiam is a scumbag! What Harry said today is exactly what I’ve been holding in my heart!
Harry helped voice it, and it made feel so much better! But this Jiam—he’s so unreasonable, so chauvinistic! He is simply hopeless! Incomprehensible!"
Hana declared, still standing protectively by Harry’s side.
Hana felt extrely relieved and grateful that Harry had stood up for her. In that mont, she regarded Harry as her confidant; even her previous contempt for his lack of ability had lted into sympathy.
In Hana’s eyes, Harry was her comrade-in-arms—one of the few sober, intelligent people who truly grasped the truth.
"No! I don’t want to go back! Jiam, that bastard, told to get out of his house! He said I should never live with him again—I will never go back in this life! I’m going to ask for a divorce tomorrow!"
Hana wiped her tears and declared stubbornly, "I’ll also abort the child. With a father like this, the child will only suffer if born—it’s better not to be born!"
"Hana! How can you say such things? The child is innocent!"
Wanda imdiately pulled Hana aside, urging, "Listen to , we’ll send you back later, and you can have a good talk with him. I believe Jiam isn’t truly unreasonable—he was just angry, that’s all…"
"No! I won’t go! Even if I die out here, I won’t go!"
Hana’s stubborn temper surged as she adamantly refused to listen to any advice.
"Wanda, they’re all angry right now. If we send Hana back, it will only worsen the conflict. Hana is pregnant—this is her most vulnerable ti. As her best friend, you should comfort her and keep her company.
Don’t try to persuade her now; the more you push, the more agitated she’ll beco, which isn’t good for the baby. I think we must follow her wishes and calm her down first…"
Harry quickly devised a devious plan. He pulled Wanda aside and began to coax the unsuspecting Wanda into the trap he had set.
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