Shrew Shouting Abuse in the Street

Police Station.

Lin Mo and Chu Lintian sat on a long bench. It wasn’t exactly detention—their statements had already been taken, but one of the involved parties, General Manager Li, was still drunk.

However, with surveillance footage and the testimony of Lawyer Zeng, the victim of the assault, it was clear that Lin Mo had acted to stop further violence.

This fell under self-defense.

Chu Lintian had initially planned to let the company’s legal team handle the matter, but Lawyer Xu stepped in, saying the incident stemmed from their side and that their firm would handle everything free of charge.

So, Chu Lintian didn’t press the issue further.

"You should hire some bodyguards," Lin Mo suddenly spoke up, his voice quiet but distinct in the empty space.

He leaned back casually against the chair, as if he hadn’t just taken someone down and sent them to the station.

Chu Lintian turned to look at him.

The overhead light cast faint shadows across his face, deepening the youthful contours that usually made him seem boyish.

When no one else was around, he was always like this—his demeanor, his tone, even the casual flicker of his gaze carried a maturity beyond his years, as if he’d weathered storms most people his age couldn’t fathom.

Chu Lintian was certain this was the real Lin Mo—a fruit ripened too soon by time, forced to taste life’s bitterness early.

She never found it jarring, just inexplicably heartbreaking.

"I actually do have some," she replied softly. "But with you around, there’s no need to bring so many bodyguards."

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them and scrambled to correct herself.

"No, that’s not what I meant—I’m not treating you like a bodyguard." Her cheeks warmed slightly with fluster. "I just meant… with you here, it feels safe. So, bodyguards aren’t necessary."

The explanation came out clumsy, and she cringed at her own words.

Lin Mo didn’t respond immediately. He just glanced at her, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips—or maybe it wasn’t there at all.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally drawled, "Fair enough. But you should still have bodyguards. Your status isn’t what it used to be. Even with a protective charm, it’s better to be careful."

As they spoke, a woman built like Sister Yu stormed into the station, her footsteps pounding against the tiled floor like she was trying to bring the whole building down.

Her booming voice drowned out all other noise in the lobby: "Where’s my husband?! Release him right now!"

Her tone wasn’t a request—it was a command.

The officer at the front desk, who had been jotting something down, jerked his pen in surprise, leaving a long streak across the paper.

He looked up, brow furrowed. "Who’s your husband? Name?"

Cops were human too, and dealing with people like this inevitably stirred disgust.

At the very least, this woman was clearly the type no one wanted to deal with in daily life.

"You’re the ones who arrested him, and you’re asking me for his name?!" She slammed a massive handbag onto the counter with a heavy thud, drawing stares from everyone nearby.

"What the hell are you even doing here?!"

Some people just couldn’t grasp the point.

Ask them a question, and they’d rather deflect with another question instead of answering.

The officer’s grip on his pen tightened, knuckles whitening.

He fixed the woman with a glare, forcing his voice level as he repeated, "Tell. Me. His. Name."

The woman didn’t seem to register the warning. If anything, she escalated, jabbing a finger so close to the officer’s face it nearly touched his nose.

"Listen here, you better let him go right now, or I’ll make sure you regret it!"

Finally, the officer’s patience snapped.

He slammed his pen down with a sharp crack and stood abruptly, his gaze icy.

"This is a police station, not your damn marketplace! If you want to file a report or find someone, give me a name! We handle dozens of cases a day—you think every single one’s your husband?!"

The outburst stunned the woman for a second before she exploded like a firecracker.

"Oh, so now the cop’s yelling at me?! I’ll report you! I’ve got your badge number—you just wait! I’ll have you stripped of that uniform if it’s the last thing I do!"

From a distance, Lin Mo lifted his eyes, irritation simmering in his chest.

People like this were just… revolting.

They’d argue even when they were blatantly in the wrong.

As the woman geared up for another tirade, Lin Mo flicked his fingers. A surge of spiritual energy shot out, sealing her vocal cords shut.

"Get your chief out here right now! I’ll—hck… hck…"

The energy blocked her voice, reducing her to incoherent wheezes, like a mute struggling to speak.

She clutched at her throat, then wildly gestured at the officer, her face twisted in frantic, almost comical desperation.

The officer watched her flail, his anger slowly morphing into bafflement.

He waved a hand dismissively, as if shooing a fly. "Yeah, yeah, if your throat’s messed up, go sit down. Don’t disrupt official business."

The way she was acting, he didn’t think she was actually sick.

But if she’d really gone mute? Well, that’d be a blessing.

A short while later, Lawyer Xu emerged from a room, accompanied by another officer.

He spotted the woman and frowned slightly but didn’t approach her, instead making his way to Chu Lintian and Lin Mo.

"President Chu, Mr. Lin, the matter’s mostly resolved."

The officer beside him, who seemed seasoned, added firmly,

"Li Fan has been detained for provoking disorder. Ms. Chu is confirmed to be uninvolved, and based on surveillance and testimonies, Mr. Lin’s actions qualify as lawful defense against violence."

Not that they had much choice—General Manager Li didn’t have a single injury on him.

Even after taking that massive kick.

The woman, hearing her husband’s name, immediately rushed over, hands flailing in frantic gestures.

The older officer’s frown deepened, clearly annoyed by the disruption. "Ma’am, if you have something to say, say it properly. If you can’t communicate normally, write it down."

He shot a look at a younger officer, who nodded and went to fetch paper and a pen.

Lin Mo considered it for a moment, then released the spiritual energy blocking the woman’s voice.

Instantly, a shrill, ear-splitting shriek tore through the hallway.

"You useless badge-wearing moron! Li Fan is my husband! I order you to release him immediately, or I’ll have your job!"