「The next day.」
Nearly a month had passed since the battle with the Barbarians. For the common people, the lingering influence of the war had gradually faded. With the new year ca new beginnings, and everyone slowly shifted their focus back to their work.
Everything was getting back on track.
Xiaofeng hadn't slept all night. Despite always claiming Qin Hao was a braggart and a liar, she had spent the entire night watching over him at his bedside. The man seed to have no major issues, but his pale complexion never regained any color, and from ti to ti, he would cough up blood.
Her heart ached for him, but there was nothing she could do.
Early that morning, she prepared to contact so friends to take Qin Hao to the hospital. However, the presence of a stranger in the house was not sothing her family could fail to notice.
Under her parents' questioning, Xiaofeng initially wanted to hide the truth. But seeing the situation, she steeled herself and told them directly that Qin Hao was her boyfriend. They had just started dating, and he was staying with them temporarily because of so health problems. He was from Lingjin City, and it was very likely they would get married soon.
Her father's brow furrowed deeply, but he remained silent. Her mother, Fan Xiangyi, on the other hand, shot to her feet. A man with health problems who had already imposed on their ho right after they started dating? This was unacceptable!
"How could your brain short-circuit at such a crucial ti? Why would you bring a sickling into our ho?" Her mother outright rejected the idea, trying to dissuade her. "Let's not even talk about his family background. What if he dies from his illness one day? What will you do then? Beco a widow? Or remarry with a child to raise?"
However, all her mother's earnest pleas fell on deaf ears. Xiaofeng wouldn't listen to a single word, even retorting fiercely.
Fan Xiangyi beca furious. She tried threats, intimidation, and even tearful begging, but nothing could sway Xiaofeng's attitude. Soon, so of the neighbors caught wind of the situation and began to gossip, pointing fingers and whispering amongst themselves.
Already frustrated and now feeling utterly humiliated, a furious Fan Xiangyi imdiately contacted Xiaofeng's older brother, Mao Jun. She intended to play hardball. Whether Xiaofeng agreed or not, they were going to throw that sickling out first and deal with the fallout later.
In the entire family, only Xiaofeng knew that the "sickling" they spoke of was the sa young expert who had single-handedly confronted the Wang Family and slapped Wang Teng across the face repeatedly. Of course, no one knew that this seemingly enigmatic man with no background had a brother who was universally renowned—a na known to everyone.
「About an hour later.」
A man around thirty years old walked into the Mao family ho with seven or eight hefty n. He wore a mink coat, a thick gold chain around his neck, shiny pointed leather shoes, and had a leather bag tucked under his arm. It was none other than Mao Jun, the eldest son of the Mao family and Xiaofeng's older brother.
"Who's the trash who won't leave my house and has designs on my sister? Get the hell out here right now!"
Mao Jun's booming voice exploded in the courtyard. Fan Xiangyi, who was eager to break up the couple, was the first to erge.
"Mom, where is he? I'll kill him today!" Mao Jun declared.
"He's in your sister's room." Fan Xiangyi put down what she was doing and led the way.
SHUFFLE.
A group of a dozen or so people followed closely behind. The commotion drew out the entire Mao family, while neighbors crowded at the front gate, craning their necks to watch the drama unfold.
Mao Jun lit a cigarette and, clutching his leather bag, strode forward with the confidence of a tiger. A cold sneer played on his lips, failing to conceal the haughty arrogance in his eyes. Combined with his attire, he looked every bit the part of the nouveau riche.
BANG!
Mao Jun kicked open the gate to Xiaofeng's small courtyard.
Xiaofeng was holding her phone, about to contact friends for help. The sudden noise startled her, making her nearly jump. When she turned, she saw her mother leading her irate older brother toward her.
"Is the sickling on the bed?" Mao Jun asked, getting straight to the point.
Qin Hao sat up. He wasn't a fool; he knew exactly what was happening. He gave an awkward smile and started to get out of bed.
"Don't move," Xiaofeng told him before walking to the doorway. Her brows knitted as she demanded in a hostile tone, "Who are you calling a sickling? Mao Jun, you kicked down my gate. What do you think you're doing?"
"Mom told you brought a piece of trash ho and even want to marry him. As your older brother, I had to co and see for myself." Mao Jun's tone softened slightly; after all, she was his own sister.
"See what? Just leave."
Mao Jun's brow twitched. "Xiaofeng, that's going too far. Besides, I'm doing this for your own good, aren't I?"
"Get lost! My business is none of yours."
Seeing her daughter stubbornly heading for a dead end, Fan Xiangyi stomped her foot, fuming with anger. The onlookers around them covered their mouths to stifle their laughter, pointing and whispering.
One of them, clearly enjoying the drama, chid in, "Xiaofeng, look at your well-off family and how lovely you are. You could find any good man you want. Why insist on hanging yourself from this crooked tree?"
"Look at your brother! You should find a man as outstanding as him."
Mao Jun enjoyed the complint and responded with a chuckle, "You're too kind, ma'am."
"Not at all, not at all. Just telling the truth."
Flattery was exchanged back and forth.
Standing tall and straight, Mao Jun fixed his gaze on Qin Hao. "Boy, you've seen what kind of family the Maos are. Everything is about marrying soone of equal social standing. Disappear right now, and I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I'll have to throw you out myself."
Qin Hao's face flushed with anger. He and Xiaofeng were together by mutual consent; what right did these people have to interfere? He didn't want to fight. Otherwise, even injured, a single slap from him would be enough to kill this man.
"Mao Jun, I'm telling you one last ti, get out. This is none of your business." Despite her strong personality, Xiaofeng had never faced a scene like this. Her eyes reddened, and her heart filled with grievance.
Mao Jun said sternly, "Sister, this trash isn't worthy of you. One day, you'll understand that your brother is doing this for your own good." He gestured scornfully at Qin Hao. "Just look at his shabby appearance. He definitely has no money and no family background. He's just lowly scum scavenging at the bottom of society. Even looking at him is doing him a favor," Mao Jun said with a sneer.
"He doesn't need any of that. He has , his Boss, and that's enough."
Just as Mao Jun was about to wave his n forward, a sowhat ethereal voice suddenly echoed in the courtyard.
「At the entrance.」
A composed young man with his hands clasped behind his back walked over slowly. His eyes, dark as ink, were fixed on Qin Hao, who had gotten out of bed and was now at the doorway.
"Quite the attitude. Who do you think you are?" As he spoke, Mao Jun turned. Upon seeing the newcor, his expression changed subtly. What a powerful aura!
Chen Yang paid him no mind and walked directly toward Qin Hao.
Yang Hu, following close behind, clapped Mao Jun on the shoulder and sneered, "My Boss's surna is Chen. His given na is Yang. He just got back from the war, so his killing intent is strong. You'd best watch your words and your attitude."
Chen... Chen Yang?
Just got back from the war?
This...
Instantly, the hair on Mao Jun's body stood on end as a chilling cold enveloped him.
"Boss." Qin Hao was overjoyed. He quickly pulled Xiaofeng over to introduce them, his voice thick with pride. "Xiaofeng, this is my Boss, Chen Yang."
Xiaofeng stood completely dumbfounded, her face a mask of disbelief.
The entire courtyard was plunged into Siji.
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