Beating Jiang's Father Viciously to Vent Lu Fan's Anger

It was only at this moment that Jiang Ruxue truly grasped the vast gulf between ordinary people and martial artists. Usually, Lin Ziyu was all smiles and laid-back, leaving Jiang Ruxue with no sense of fear whatsoever.

Yet now, as Lin Ziyu turned serious, the oppressive aura of a martial artist was so piercing and sharp that had she not been sitting inside the car, she doubted she would even have been able to stand.

Once again, she found herself speculating about Lu Fan's true identity.

Ahead of them, Jiang's father clearly had not anticipated that Lin Ziyu would make such a massive fuss. He pushed open the car door and stepped out, having brought only a few bodyguards with him for this trip.

With the opposing side fielding over a hundred martial artists whose dense formation loomed like gathering storm clouds, the Jiang family was completely outmatched in sheer momentum and presence.

"Miss Lin, I am simply taking my son-in-law to the hospital to save my son. May I ask what business you have blocking our way?"

Lin Ziyu’s voice was chillingly cold. "Mr. Jiang, Lu Fan performed acupuncture on the Third Master only today. He requires a full week of rest. There is no way he is leaving with you."

Hearing this excuse yet again, Jiang's father wore an impatient expression. "Is sticking a few needles really such an exhausting endeavor? I am taking him with me today, whether you like it or not. I advise you to step aside immediately, or else—"

"Or else what? Are you planning to make an enemy of the Qin family?"

Disregarding Jiang's father entirely, Lin Ziyu walked straight past him toward the car carrying Lu Fan and pulled the door open.

Lu Fan was slumped against Jiang Ruxue's shoulder, completely unconscious.

Yet at a single glance, Lin Ziyu spotted the anomaly. "Why is his complexion this pale?"

Jiang Ruxue had no choice but to explain, "He was forcibly woken up, and he vomited blood not long ago..."

"Damn it!"

Lin Ziyu’s pretty face twisted instantly into a fierce, ferocious scowl. "How dare you people?"

She turned to the two robust bodyguards behind her and commanded, "Take Lu Fan away. Be careful, and make sure you don't wake him up."

"Understood, Miss."

Jiang's father let out an angry roar. "Let me see who dares! Lu Fan is my son-in—"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Lin Ziyu delivered a sudden, vicious kick that sent him flying through the air.

*Bang!*

A muffled groan echoed as his body hit the ground. Jiang Ruxue's eyes widened in horror. "Dad!"

Lin Ziyu, who had been right in front of her, flashed instantly to Jiang's father's side as he coughed up a heavy mouthful of blood. "Lin Ziyu, you have some nerve."

Without sparing him a second glance, Lin Ziyu pressed the heel of her high-heeled shoe directly onto his chest, grinding down mercilessly.

"Listen to me, Jiang, to put it bluntly: I’ve wanted to wipe out the Jiang family for ages. Five years ago, if it weren't for that fool Lu Fan, your family would have gone bankrupt long ago. Not only do you fail to treat him like an honored guest, but you even dare to harm him? Let me tell you, if anything happens to him, I'll wipe out your entire Jiang family, root and branch!"

Jiang Ruxue could no longer spare a thought for her injured father. Tears welling in her eyes, she looked up at Lin Ziyu. "What do you mean by that? What has Lu Fan ever done?"

Lin Ziyu sneered. "This little idiot's biggest mistake was marrying you, and you—this giant idiot—your biggest mistake was divorcing him. One day, you'll finally realize just what kind of treasure you've let slip through your fingers. Let's go."

Still spitting blood, Jiang's father yelled from the ground, "Don't let Lu Fan escape! Stop him! You must stop him!"

Jiang Ruxue grabbed his arm frantically. "Dad, with what are you going to stop them? Do you really intend to make enemies of both the Qin and Lin families?"

Watching Lin Ziyu's men carry Lu Fan away, and feeling utterly humiliated after being kicked until he vomited blood, Jiang's father raised his hand and struck Jiang Ruxue across the face with a vicious slap.

"It's all your fault! You useless, bungling idiot for bringing this little vixen from the Lin family down on us!"

Stunned by the blow, Jiang Ruxue stammered, "Dad, I am your daughter..."

"If I had known you were this utterly useless—incapable of even holding onto a single man—I would have been better off giving birth to a pig!"

Looking back and witnessing this scene, Lin Ziyu cast a heartbroken glance toward Lu Fan.

"How on earth did you manage to survive five years in such a godforsaken place?"