Ke Teng had been incredibly stressed about financing lately.
After much effort, he had managed to secure financing from several banks without relying on his father's connections.
His significant progress earned him high praise from Ke Jingyu.
"Your Uncle Wang from the bureau has given me his word. Other companies are no match for Ke Corporation, and Zhan Corporation hasn't shown any advantage in this matter yet. Our chances are very high."
"Work hard. Once this project is successful, you'll secure your position in the industry. Then, Dad can finally rest."
Ke Teng hadn't visited the electrical company in a long time.
Without the entanglement with Jiang Nanfang, there was no point in going.
He planned to go out today.
A friend from Shangcheng had come to see him, and he was going to pick them up from the airport himself.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, someone started tailing him.
To call it tailing would be an understatement; they were chasing him.
It was just that their car wasn't as fast as his sports car, so they hadn't caught up.
The person kept changing lanes, sticking close behind him, clearly targeting him.
Seeking death.
Who was so reckless?
Driving a Bentley to chase my Ferrari?
Let's see how I'll grind you into dust.
He decided to abandon the airport trip and drove his car towards the outskirts.
He intended to find out who it was.
After exiting the elevated highway, the road widened, and soon, Zhan Beijue overtook several cars, closing the distance to mere meters.
Ke Teng saw the license plate and realized who it was.
It had been a while. Given his personality, showing up so openly to cause trouble meant something big had happened?
Recalling the incident on the road where he had tried to hit him but failed and instead got himself into trouble, Ke Teng's anger flared.
If I don't settle this score today, you can write my surname 'Ke' backward!
Seeing Zhan Beijue about to rear-end his car, Ke Teng floored the accelerator, instantly widening the gap again.
Zhan Beijue, enraged, slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
If only I hadn't driven this ill-suited car today, I would have dealt with you by now.
Ke Teng deliberately toyed with him, slowing down after pulling away.
As the two cars were about to collide, he accelerated again.
Zhan Beijue, already in a foul mood, after several such maneuvers, simply pulled his car over to the side of the road and got out to call him.
The person hadn't caught up and was now standing by the roadside making a call, while his own phone rang.
He knew without even thinking that it was him calling.
Ke Teng, curious about what he wanted today, answered nonchalantly.
"What's up? Is my Nanfang telling you clearly about our relationship and wanting a divorce, making you this angry?"
Zhan Beijue suppressed his rage.
"Come over. Let's talk face to face."
"You want me to just come over because you say so? That would be losing face."
"Then you pick a place."
Ke Teng was too lazy to arrange a specific meeting.
Despite saying he was losing face, he turned around at the next intersection.
He sped back.
Parking a few meters away, he leaned against his car door and looked at Zhan Beijue.
"I'm busy. Speak quickly if you have something to say, fart quickly if you have to."
Zhan Beijue stared into his eyes and walked towards him step by step.
"Got a cigarette? Give me one."
"Is Nanfang that strict? She won't even let you smoke a cigarette."
He smirked, took out a cigarette, and tossed it to him.
"It's a gift for you."
Zhan Beijue took one out, bit it, and threw the rest back at him.
"How long has it been since you had a girlfriend?"
The question was utterly baffling.
Ke Teng couldn't help but laugh. "Why? Is Jiang Nanfang really going to divorce you?"
"I'm asking if your Ke family would be without descendants if you died today."
Ke Teng's eyes turned cold, and before he could speak,
Zhan Beijue added on his own.
"No. After all, your father isn't that old. If he was really worried about having no descendants, he could step in himself."
"Zhan Beijue, are you f***ing crazy?"
"Could I be crazier than you?"
Zhan Beijue took a hard drag of the cigarette, revealing the glowing red ember.
Then, his gaze suddenly turned cold. He took the cigarette from his mouth and, with lightning speed, thrust it towards Ke Teng's face.
"A bully who preys on the weak and oppresses good people!"
Seeing the ember flying towards his eyes, Ke Teng instinctively turned his head.
However, Zhan Beijue was too fast, and he couldn't dodge it completely. The ember grazed his cheek and landed on the car window.
The pain made him gasp.
He instinctively covered his face and took a step back.
"Damn it! Today you..."
Before he could finish, Zhan Beijue grabbed him by the neck with one hand and shoved him back forcefully, slamming him onto his car hood with a thud.
The car had been running for over forty minutes, and the engine was hot.
He felt a scorching heat from his back.
"Damn!"
Startled and sweating, Ke Teng jammed his knee between them before Zhan Beijue could throw a punch.
He flipped over and broke free from his grasp.
They created distance, and Ke Teng didn't bother asking Zhan Beijue why he was attacking him.
After all, he had found him unpleasant for a long time.
He caught his breath, the pain in his body subsiding, and glared at Zhan Beijue before lunging at him.
They were similar in height and strength.
You tried to take me down, and I tried to take you down.
After a few moments of stalemate, realizing neither could bring the other down, Zhan Beijue tripped his lower leg and, taking advantage of his unstable center of gravity, executed a shoulder throw, slamming him onto the road.
He used all his strength, and the concrete ground was hard.
Ke Teng's back of the head hit the ground, instantly splitting open.
"F*** your ancestors, Zhan Beijue!"
His head hurt terribly.
He instantly recalled the feeling of being pushed off the rooftop by his mother.
With a roar, Ke Teng rolled twice on the ground to dodge his descending leather shoe as he raised his foot.
Then he got up and delivered a spinning kick aimed at Zhan Beijue's supporting ankle.
His ankle hurt, and his balance faltered. Zhan Beijue, as if proposing, knelt on one knee.
Ke Teng seized the opportunity, jumped up, and kicked towards his head.
Zhan Beijue used the momentum to grab one of his legs and stand up.
Like catching a fish, he spun him in the air.
A wave of intense dizziness washed over Ke Teng, and he tried to use his other leg to kick him away.
However, Zhan Beijue suddenly let go.
With a "thump," due to the immense inertia, Ke Teng was thrown towards the middle of the road.
Being thrown and landing like this was no different from jumping off a building.
Ke Teng landed on his shoulder, scraping a mark on the ground, and instantly passed out.
A car approached, and seeing a figure fly out from a distance, the driver screamed in terror.
Amidst a screeching of brakes, Zhan Beijue dusted the dirt off his pants and turned back to his car.
Upon returning to the hospital, Jiang Nanfang was on the phone in the hallway, with staff still guarding the hospital room door.
Seeing him, Jiang Nanfang hung up the phone.
"You're back. Min'er is awake."
"You've worked hard. Was there something?"
"We both forgot. Today is kindergarten opening day."
Oh, it was September first.
But he definitely couldn't go.
"You go. I'll watch them alone. Don't disappoint the children."
Jiang Nanfang had the same thought.
"Okay. Her mental state is not good, and she refuses to eat. I'm afraid she'll only listen to you now. Be patient."
"Mm."
After fighting for so long, seeing her made him realize how tired he was.
Zhan Beijue couldn't help but hold her. "You'll have to endure a lot these next few days. Don't be angry with me."