Chapter 567: Women, after all, are just saying the opposite of what they mean

"I can drink."

Seeing Qu Tuotuo found his question rather baffling:

"Why are you asking that?"

What other reason could there be… Yu Dazhang's lips curled up.

Today was the day!

The two first went to the market, and Yu Dazhang deliberately picked out all the dishes Seeing Qu Tuotuo liked.

Back at the place she shared with Su Mi, the two washed and trimmed the vegetables together, preparing the ingredients.

Seeing Qu Tuotuo's mood stayed low the whole time; much of the time when Yu Dazhang spoke to her, she didn't respond, lost in her own thoughts.

Watching her looking so sullen, Yu Dazhang felt a little stifled inside too, worried that what came next wouldn't go smoothly.

The dishes, though, were plenty — today's cooking could be considered an over-performance of his, complete in color, aroma, and taste.

Only the meal itself was eaten in a somewhat heavy silence.

"You look like you're not very hungry." Yu Dazhang stared at her and asked:

"Is it because what I made today doesn't taste good?"

"It's very good." Seeing Qu Tuotuo shook her head:

"I just don't have much appetite."

Yu Dazhang glanced at the time — it was almost five in the evening.

She'd run into that auntie in the morning, then been dragged around until the afternoon before getting out of the police station, and after that it had been negotiating compensation at the hospital.

This whole day, she seemed to have eaten only breakfast.

Looks like it's still the mental pressure… Yu Dazhang made his judgment inwardly.

Although she put on a strong front on the surface, she was still a woman at the end of the day; running into something like this was naturally unsettling inside, and after going through a nasty fight, it was only natural that her mood was bad.

"How about a little drink?" Yu Dazhang asked tentatively.

At a time like this, using alcohol to numb things a bit could help ease her emotions, and also make what came next go more smoothly.

"No drinking."

Seeing Qu Tuotuo refused outright:

"When I'm in a bad mood, I never drink."

After the meal, the two sat on the sofa, snuggled together.

Yu Dazhang held Seeing Qu Tuotuo gently — it looked tender, but in fact he was searching for an opening; the moment she showed a crack, he would launch his attack at once, determined to take her down in one strike.

"Dazhang…"

Seeing Qu Tuotuo leaned against his chest, her voice soft and cottony:

"Do you think I'm being very barbaric?"

Why ask that… Yu Dazhang felt the question didn't match the current mood at all, but still answered honestly:

"You didn't do anything wrong. When faced with danger, the first thing to do is protect yourself."

What he said wasn't meant to comfort Seeing Qu Tuotuo — it was his genuine thought.

These days, plenty of people online are preaching: if someone hits you, never hit back, or it becomes a mutual fight.

Just stand there and let the other side beat you, and when the police arrive, squeeze them for all they're worth.

Anyone who says that kind of thing is either stupid or malicious.

What if the other side is trying to beat you to death?

The police haven't arrived yet, and you've already been beaten to death — tell me, how are you going to squeeze them then?

If they gouge out your eyes, you just take it standing up, right?

If they stab you with a knife, you still hold your ground?

You trained in the Golden Bell Shield or something?

Even if you hold out until the police arrive, is the amount of money up to you?

The final compensation has to be ruled effective by judgment — you think the court is something your family runs?

Let's talk real numbers.

Fifty thousand yuan in compensation requires the victim to suffer irreversible damage.

For example, a tooth knocked out, a big scar left behind, that sort of thing.

One hundred thousand to two hundred thousand requires several stab wounds that miss vital spots — for instance, getting stabbed in the intestines, thigh, or arm.

Once compensation reaches three hundred thousand, it's basically hearing and vision damage, and irreversible at that — meaning you've become disabled.

Five hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand, this tier means real suffering — for example: burns over 80% of the body, or a whole tray of sulfuric acid poured from head to toe.

Over a million…

You're destined not to see it — your family has to collect it for you.

If you run into one of those society's dregs with nothing but debts, where even forced execution can't squeeze anything out, all you can do is get them locked up to serve time — you can't even get the hospital fees out of them.

These twenty-something-year-old deadbeats with not a cent to their name, still owing over a hundred thousand in online loans — there are plenty of them out there.