Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character-Chapter 312: Let’s Fight Fair and Square

Early in the morning, this was the second time Su Yijia had heard that her temper was too lenient. This made her deeply self-reflective. If her temper was considered good, then surely there must be no one with a bad temper in the world?

But if it weren’t for Qin Kaize’s special position, she would have used the methods they mentioned to make Wang Futong lose face and dignity completely. So ultimately, it was Qin Kaize who influenced her actions.

The onlookers saw Qin Kaize repeatedly kicking the heavy door until it was shaking, almost falling off its hinges. Noticing the commotion, they hurried to intervene.

"Commander Qin! Please calm down; let’s talk this over."

"Commander Qin, Commander Xue should not be here. Last night around 9:30 PM, he received a call and hasn’t returned since."

A subordinate of Qin Kaize quietly reminded him. Only then did Qin Kaize stop kicking, casting a dark, intense gaze at the door for a few seconds before turning to extend his hand towards Su Yijia.

"Honey, let’s go back for now. We’ll deal with him when he returns."

"I’m worried that some people like to hide away and refuse to face the issue," Su Yijia lifted her delicate chin, a mocking smile curling on her lips as she directed her attention toward the door, battered and scarred from the earlier kicking.

While the others around her might not have noticed, both she and Qin Kaize had heightened senses.

It was impossible for them to miss the faint sound of breathing coming from behind the door.

The person on the other side had clearly tried to mask it, evidently not wanting to confront them directly. But it was clear that as soon as they spoke, the breath behind the door grew more rapid, betraying the person’s growing anxiety.

"So what’s this early morning visit about?" Auntie Ju pushed through the crowd, looking shocked at Su Yijia and Qin Kaize.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Yijia took the chance to explain.

"Yesterday afternoon, when we took the boat off the island, Wang Futong deliberately sat behind us and kept staring at us. She kept asking my husband for fruit and, finally, when I was seasick, she jumped out and criticized my husband for not taking proper care of me."

Although her words were somewhat harsh, Wang Futong’s thoughts were exactly as she expressed them.

Su Yijia didn’t think there was anything wrong with what she’d said.

"I’m just curious," she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wang Futong is already married, so why does she keep obsessing over my husband? Could it be that her husband isn’t enough for her, and she’s forced to shift her focus to other men instead?"

Her words, undeniably harsh, were just the kind of gossip that would satisfy the onlookers’ thirst for drama.

"Enough! Stop talking nonsense!"

The battered door was suddenly yanked open with force.

Xue Qianhao’s eyes were dark with murderous intent as he fixed his glare on Su Yijia.

Qin Kaize stepped forward, placing himself protectively in front of his wife, his presence emanating a powerful pressure that forced Xue Qianhao to raise his gaze and meet him head-on.

The two men’s eyes locked, each filled with the same murderous intent.

As they stared each other down, neither one wavered.

The crowd, fearing an impending fight, began to stir, eager to intervene.

But Su Yijia, ever the troublemaker, poked her head out from behind Qin Kaize, clearly unafraid of escalating the situation.

"Ah! You’re not hiding at home anymore? After all that kicking, you didn’t dare open the door. Were you feeling guilty? Knowing that your wife deliberately slandered us and lied to the police to frame us, do you plan to hide away and avoid facing this? Or did you teach your wife to frame us, fearing exposure and that it would come back to you?"

Her little mouth kept chattering away, each word sharper and more cutting than the last.

The onlookers couldn’t help but wonder--how had someone like her, with such a venomous tongue, managed to survive this long without getting beaten up?

What a shame, they thought. Such a stunningly beautiful young woman, yet cursed with a mouth that could stir up endless trouble.

Xue Qianhao, on the other hand, was so enraged that the veins on his forehead bulged visibly, each one standing out in stark relief.

His hand, hanging at his side, clenched into a tight fist, the force so intense that the grinding of his knuckles produced a sharp, audible creak.

"Qin Kaize, are you sure you will let your wife speak like this?" Xue Qianhao growled through gritted teeth.

"My wife can say whatever she wants, and what’s wrong with what she said?" Qin Kaize straightened his back and stepped closer to Xue Qianhao.

"Stop talking nonsense. We’ve done everything we could about your wife’s behavior, but she remains unrepentant, and you’ve failed to control her. Since that’s the case, let’s settle this with a fair fight. If I lose, we’ll drop the matter. If you lose, you’ll take the beating she deserves."

"Fine!" Xue Qianhao agreed without hesitation. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He had long been itching to face Qin Kaize in an open and honorable fight.

During the national martial arts competitions in the past, Xue Qianhao had never made it to the final rounds, always eliminated early. But he believed it wasn’t a question of skill--just bad luck.

How could one man dominate as champion for so many years? Surely, Xia Weiguo had been pulling strings for Qin Kaize, ensuring he always faced the weakest opponents.

Otherwise, how could someone so young rise to such a lofty position?

Xue Qianhao, four years Qin Kaize’s senior, had been part of the team for twelve years. His last promotion was won only after leveraging half the credit on a mission, with some backdoor help smoothing over obstacles. If it weren’t for Qin Kaize being injured, Xue would never have gotten the chance to climb to this rank.

There was no way he believed Qin Kaize hadn’t been propped up by Xia Weiguo.

And these last three months, as he’d temporarily taken command, he’d sensed the lack of respect from the men under him.

Now, here was the perfect chance to prove them all wrong--to show everyone that Qin Kaize was nothing special after all.

Both men arrived at the sparring arena.

Though fights were strictly prohibited within the team, such formal duels were entirely permissible.

Qin Kaize began to unbutton his crisp white shirt, ready to shed it, but Su Yijia stopped him.

She rolled up his sleeves with precision, her delicate fingers ensuring they were perfectly neat. Then, with a swift motion, she unbuttoned his collar down to the third button, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone.

The originally cold and imposing man now carried an aura of untamed wildness, a mix of sharp elegance and raw, rugged charm.

"Go, darling! Give it your all and knock him down," Su Yijia said with a smile, giving Qin Kaize a thumbs-up.

Others might have come for the spectacle, eager to guess who would prevail--her man or Xue Qianhao.

But Su Yijia couldn’t care less about that. She was here for one reason only: to enjoy the visual feast of a good fight.

No suited brutes today, but a rugged tough guy in a white dress shirt? That worked just as well for her.

As for Xue Qianhao? He wasn’t even worth worrying about.

She was only curious about one thing--just how badly he would get beaten.

And the worse his beating, the harder life would be for Wang Futong when he limped back home.