My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 1479: Chapter 1480: A Bunch of Stupid Thieves!

"Hiss, so painful." He clutched his forehead and looked up. Half of one eye was stained with blood, barely open, and his expression looked particularly ferocious.

The four people in the backseat weren’t any better off. Like him, they were knocked around from the impact earlier, groaning as they sprawled across the backseat.

"Ow, my poor back. Boss, what were you doing! I told you to focus on driving and not chat. Of all the rules of the road, safety is number one, isn’t it? But no, you insisted on talking, and now look at this mess. Boohoo, Holy Virgin Mary and the Buddha, my back isn’t broken, right? It better not be. I’ve got an 80-year-old mother and a three-year-old son waiting for me—I can’t be paralyzed..."

"Ugh, I hit my head. Quick, someone check for me—did I crack it open?"

"What’s there to worry about? With that level of intelligence, you’re afraid it’ll get worse from a hit?"

"Get lost! What’s wrong with my intelligence? Speak clearly!"

The ruckus in the back sounded like a noisy market during New Year, driving the man at the wheel to the brink of exploding. He shook his head, climbed back up to the steering wheel, and roared, "For fuck’s sake, all of you shut up!"

"And the one crying—cry my ass! I put up with your bullshit about having an 80-year-old mother, but since when do you have a three-year-old son? With that dogshit face of yours, you don’t even have a girlfriend! A self-produced-and-sold son? I didn’t know you’re a seahorse now!"

The man who was cursed out stared at him dumbfounded and muttered, "Boss, seahorses can self-reproduce? Isn’t that male or female thing... Does that mean male seahorses can have kids too?"

"Have your ass! That’s called sexual roles, you idiot. Male and female, what the fuck? Shows how uneducated you are!"

Another guy who had been listening in couldn’t help but chime in with admiration, "Wow, Boss, you know so much~"

The 180-pound man blushed at the empty flattery, clenched his fist with a cough, and straightened his face for a lesson. "I keep telling you guys, if you don’t have knowledge, at least have some common sense. If you don’t have common sense, then watch more TV! But do you listen to me? No. See what happens now?"

"We get it, we get it. From now on, I’ll watch TV every day. Dating shows, mother-in-law fights, wildlife documentaries—I’ll watch whatever you’re watching, Boss!"

"I... Damn it! When have I ever watched dating shows or mother-in-law fights? Do I look like that kind of person to you?" The man turned beet red, furiously refuting the accusation that exposed his personal life.

Unfortunately, the lackey seemed genuinely dense, scratching his head as he looked at him innocently. "You don’t watch them? But aren’t you always watching that show with the bald guy and the 24 women? I see you watching it all the time. Weird, did I remember wrong?"

Everyone in the car: "..."

At this moment, someone finally noticed Rong Yan nearby and shouted, pointing in her direction, "Boss, target—the target is trying to get up!"

Pain!

Rong Yan’s whole body ached like her muscles were being torn apart. The part of her thigh that had scraped the ground burned as if it were on fire.

She wasn’t in much better shape than the people in the car.

In her desperation, she had tipped over a trash can but was knocked to the ground herself by the van’s impact, narrowly avoiding being crushed under its wheels.

The downside was that she had evaded too hastily, scraping her thigh painfully against the rough ground. Her left leg was definitely injured—even without looking, she could feel it.

Beads of sweat dotted Rong Yan’s forehead as she struggled to get up from the ground.

Each move pulled at her injuries, sending sharp pain coursing through her and making her break out in a cold sweat.