Song Zhekunkun realized something was wrong, his pale face churning with various emotions.
"You... didn't hear what I said, did you?"
He gasped in pain, forcing himself to lift his hand to slap the nearest fop.
In the past.
He had often laid hands on those around him.
And they had always been submissive, obediently enduring his scolding and beatings.
But...
As his hand was about to swing, it was grabbed by one of the dandies, who then slapped him across the face.
"Song Zhekunkun, do you think you have any right to hit me now?"
"Hahaha, Young Master Song, come, come, I'll let you hit me. Stand up, stand up and hit me."
The dandies, seeing Song Zhekunkun, who had been slapped back onto the ground like a dead dog, all pointed at him and burst into laughter.
Laughter filled with mockery and disdain.
It made Song Zhekunkun's pupils constrict.
Something was wrong!
These people... would never dare to treat him like this on a normal day!
Could it be... could it be...
A strong sense of unease washed over Song Zhekunkun.
He struggled, trying to pull out his phone from his pocket.
Coincidentally, his phone rang.
He awkwardly reached out.
But the searing pain in his body made him tremble with every slight movement.
Finally, one of the dandies fished the phone out of his pocket.
Seeing the caller ID.
The dandy guffawed, "Young Master Song, it must be some good news to notify you. Come, let's all listen together."
The dandy answered the call and even switched on the speakerphone.
Instantly, the desperate roar of the Song family patriarch came through: "Song Zhekunkun, what the hell have you been doing outside?"
"The Song family is finished! The Song family is completely finished!"
"It's all because of you! Song Zhekunkun, how could I have given birth to such a menace like you!"
The Song family patriarch cursed furiously.
As he cursed, he suddenly began to cough violently, followed by the sound of him collapsing heavily, and the panicked cries of the Song matriarch calling the patriarch's name.
On the other end of the phone, there was chaos.
No one could spare a thought for Song Zhekunkun.
The dandy holding the phone shook it, laughing exaggeratedly, "Oh dear, Young Master Song, the Song family is finished?"
"The Song family is gone, so why are you still calling him Young Master Song?"
"I heard that the Song family was destroyed in less than twenty minutes."
"Tsk tsk, Young Master Song, you've caused trouble so often, offended so many people. Isn't this your retribution?"
"After going bankrupt, Young Master Song probably doesn't even qualify to carry our shoes anymore, right?"
The dandies surrounded Song Zhekunkun, mocking him endlessly.
Some even spat on him.
Venting the humiliation they had endured from Song Zhekunkun for so long.
Song Zhekunkun was completely stunned.
In his mind, four words kept replaying—
"The Song family is finished, the Song family is finished, the Song family is finished, the Song family is finished..."
How was this possible?
Meanwhile, Ming Zhirou, huddled beneath a lush tree not far away, breathed raggedly, her pupils constricting.
The searing pain all over her body was nothing compared to the heavy dread and fear in her heart.
In less than twenty minutes.
The Song family, one of the four great families, a family with a hundred years of heritage.
Was gone?
Was it because of Ming Zheng?
How could she possibly possess such power?
Impossible...
Ming Zheng could not be this formidable...
It was the Ji family patriarch!
Did the Ji family patriarch make the move?
"Everyone."
Suddenly, a stern and steady voice echoed through the deserted and ravaged back mountain.
A single voice carried immense pressure.
Everyone immediately turned towards the sound.
They saw the Xiantian realm expert standing on a large tree, looking down at the dandies below.
The Xiantian realm expert, clad in ancient martial arts attire, exuded an aura of immortal grace that was quite imposing.
These dandies were usually thrilled to see an A-level martial artist.
Let alone a Xiantian realm expert!
Immediately, they all bowed respectfully to the Xiantian realm expert.
The Xiantian realm expert, with an air of superiority, spoke indifferently, "From now on, anyone who cooperates with the Song family will be going against me. From now on... no martial artist will cooperate with the Song family!"
After saying this, he leaped into the air.
And disappeared into the dense forest.
The dandies remained in their bowing postures.
Only after a few minutes.
Did they finally come back to their senses.
And they all understood completely—
The Song family was truly finished this time, with no chance of recovery!
Ming Zhirou, dragging her bleeding body, staggered down the mountain.
Her face was filled with terror and unease.
Her mind was replaying the scene over and over...
Ming Zheng, with the Ji family patriarch and the handsome, distinguished man by her side, protecting her.
Her face contorted with frenzied jealousy.
Her eyes were filled with surging hatred, a bloody haze.
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Ming Zheng brought the two "unwanted men" back to her small apartment. She could only manage the two men for now. So, she decisively kicked Mo Qiyu back to clean up the mess left by the Song family.
However, bringing them back to the apartment didn't mean the tense atmosphere between them would improve.
For instance, now.
As soon as they reached the door.
Ming Zheng opened the door and pointed to the shoe cabinet beside them, telling them to change their shoes.
Before she could even speak.
Chi Xian was the first to walk to the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of slippers... the ones he had worn during the day.
While changing his shoes, he looked up and smiled at Mo Qingchuan, "Mr. Mo, there are several more pairs of slippers in the shoe cabinet. Please feel free to choose, don't be shy."
After speaking, he stepped into the living room in his slippers.
Mo Qingchuan changed his shoes and walked in. Chi Xian reached out and patted the sofa, continuing to smile, "Mr. Mo, please sit anywhere. What would you like to drink?"
Then, he turned and headed towards the kitchen.
Ming Zheng, who had already thrown herself onto the sofa, hugging a cushion, exclaimed, "???"
Why was this troublemaker acting like this was his own home?
Putting on airs of a host, entertaining her fifth senior brother?
Was this also one of his "quirks"?
Ming Zheng glanced at the troublemaker with odd curiosity.
The man suddenly poked his head out from the kitchen, "Zheng Bao..."
Unclear what he had been doing in the kitchen, his face was splashed with moisture, and a few water droplets traced down his devastatingly handsome face.
Those water droplets lingered for a few seconds on the man's perfectly chiseled jawline.
"Drip—"
They fell onto the man's neck.
Slowly seeping beneath the white shirt, concealed by the top button that was fastened.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Damn it!
A demon!
She stood up abruptly and walked towards Chi Xian, "What are you doing?"
Chi Xian raised the clean cup in his hand and shook it, "Zheng Bao, there's nothing in your refrigerator... I looked for a long time, but I couldn't find any juice..."
The man's deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of grievance.
He was as soft as a large, loyal dog.
Ming Zheng: "..."
She suppressed the urge to reach out and touch Chi Xian's head, then pointed expressionlessly at the instant water dispenser in the living room, "Forget juice, drink hot water!"