Chapter 36: Not a Single Joke!

“I told you to stop! Didn’t you hear me?”
As the slap was about to land, Song Yalan could no longer contain herself. She rushed forward, intending to push Huang Dongcheng away.
But Huang Dongcheng spun around and struck her instead, sending her tumbling to the floor.
Looking at Song Yalan, who sat on the ground with her hand pressed to her cheek, her pitiful appearance tugged at the heart.
Huang Dongcheng couldn’t help but lick his lips.
Her dark green cheongsam accentuated her allure at just the right angle—her proud, taut upper body, the sensuous curve of her hips, and her shapely legs sheathed in sheer stockings.
Every inch of her body exuded silent temptation.
What a pair of extraordinary mother and daughter.
But compared to Guan Ya’s youthful innocence,
Huang Dongcheng clearly preferred the ripened beauty of a woman like Song Yalan.
Noticing the lecherous glint in Huang Dongcheng’s eyes,
Song Yalan immediately understood the filthy thoughts running through his mind.
She stood up abruptly, her voice cold and sharp. “Huang Dongcheng, what exactly do you want?”
Lighting a cigar, Huang Dongcheng replied, “Didn’t I make it clear on the phone? Your daughter put my son in the hospital. That debt must be paid!”
The one injured by Chu Fei last night was none other than Huang Dongcheng’s son, Huang Guojie.
That was why Huang Dongcheng had come to the Guan family, furious and seeking vengeance for his son.
Song Yalan wanted to ask Guan Ya about what had happened, but Chu Fei’s unexpected appearance had left her in the dark, unaware of the full story.
She could only turn to Guan Ya and ask, “What on earth happened?”
“It was his son who acted despicably. He deserved the beating!” Guan Ya retorted, still defiant.
Seeing Huang Dongcheng about to lose his temper and raise his hand again,
Song Yalan quickly stepped in front of Guan Ya. “Even if you want to seek justice for your son, you should at least tell me what happened!”
“Then let you die knowing why!”
Huang Dongcheng sneered, “My son told me himself—a bastard named Chu Fei stood up for her and beat him into the hospital. I want Chu Fei and your family to pay in blood!”
Chu Fei?
Song Yalan clearly hadn’t realized Chu Fei was involved as well.
Seeing Huang Dongcheng’s aggressive stance, Song Yalan could only ask, “So if we hand over Chu Fei, you’ll let us go?”
Chu Fei was upstairs at this very moment.
As long as Huang Dongcheng was willing to spare her and her daughter,
she didn’t mind giving Chu Fei up. In fact, it would kill two birds with one stone.
Guan Ya instantly understood the implication behind her mother’s words.
She bit her lip, protesting, “Mom, we can’t do that. Chu Fei fought Huang Guojie to protect me—how can we just…”
“Shut up!”
Song Yalan cut her off, then turned to Huang Dongcheng. “If Chu Fei is the one who beat your son, then if we hand him over, this matter has nothing to do with us, right?”
Huang Dongcheng didn’t answer directly. He sneered, “Bring that brat out first, and we’ll see.”

Huang Dongcheng had coveted Song Yalan for a long time.
When Guan Caijun was alive, he didn’t dare cross the line.
But now that Guan Caijun was dead and the Guan family had lost its backbone—
and with the Ouyang family wiped out, the Guan family was in a dire financial crisis—
Huang Dongcheng no longer viewed them as equals. Under the guise of avenging his son, he came to bully the two women.
Even if Song Yalan handed over Chu Fei,
he would never truly let them go.
He would use it as an excuse to demand reparations from the Guan family, and it didn’t take much imagination to guess what kind of “compensation” he wanted.
Song Yalan understood all too well that with her husband and the Ouyang family gone,
the Guan family was teetering on the edge, ripe for anyone to trample—especially their old enemies, the Huang family.
But she had no choice. “He’s on the second floor. Go get him…”
Huang Dongcheng hadn’t expected Chu Fei to be hiding in the Guan household.
He shot a glance at his men.
Two black-clad bodyguards headed upstairs.

“Mom!”
Guan Ya, realizing her mother had betrayed Chu Fei, shouted desperately toward the second floor, “Chu Fei, you must—!”
Before she could finish, Song Yalan clamped a hand over her mouth. “Better he dies than us!”
While Guan Ya stared at her mother in disbelief,
the two bodyguards who had just gone upstairs were suddenly hurled down, landing headfirst and dying instantly before everyone’s eyes.
And at the top of the stairs stood Chu Fei, his posture lazy, his tone openly scornful.
“I’ve been listening to you all for ages, and you still haven’t said anything interesting.”
Guan Ya: “…”
Song Yalan: “…”
Ignoring his dead bodyguards, Huang Dongcheng fixed his gaze on Chu Fei. “You’re Chu Fei?”
“That’s me, you dumbass.”
Chu Fei strolled right up to Huang Dongcheng, acting as though the man in front of him was utterly beneath his notice.
Huang Dongcheng was momentarily stunned, then roared, “So you’re the one who hurt my son?”
“I am. Do you have a problem with that?” Chu Fei asked, almost amiably.
Huang Dongcheng hadn’t expected him to be so direct.
The words he’d prepared got stuck in his throat, and feeling awkward, he tried to return to his script. “Do you even know who I am? You dare lay a hand on my son? Our Huang family is from Longcheng—”
Chu Fei slapped him across the face. “Did I ask you?”
“You little punk! You really don’t know what’s good for you!”
Huang Dongcheng drew the pistol from his waistband and aimed it at Chu Fei’s head.
“Come on, try slapping me again! I don’t believe you’re so tough you can take on a gun!”

“You’d better get on your knees right now, or I’ll put a bullet in your head!”
Chu Fei slapped him again, as if granting his wish.
Having been struck twice in a row, Huang Dongcheng immediately pulled the trigger.
Song Yalan and Guan Ya both gasped in shock—at such close range, not even a master could dodge a bullet!
Bang!
A gunshot echoed.
Chu Fei, like an immortal villain from legends, pinched the bullet between his fingers.
Huang Dongcheng stared in disbelief and tried to fire again, only to find his gun had vanished from his hand!
“My gun! Where’s my gun?”
Frantically searching for his weapon,
he suddenly felt cold steel pressed against the back of his head—Chu Fei was holding the gun now, twirling it with a mocking smile.
“Looking for this?”
Cold sweat poured down Huang Dongcheng’s face.
He began to wonder if the young man possessed some sorcery.
If he’d known, he would have brought all the experts he’d hired for protection!
Just last night, Master Tan had warned him that this one was hard to handle. He’d thought it was just an exaggeration.
Now, seeing Chu Fei unafraid of guns, he finally realized he’d underestimated him.
Of course, he’d never expected to run into Chu Fei in the Guan household.
“You’ve won by unfair means!”
Huang Dongcheng shouted at Chu Fei, “Dare to let me make a call for backup? Let’s settle this man to man!”
He thought that such a challenge would compel someone as arrogant as Chu Fei to accept.
But Chu Fei didn’t play by the rules at all.
He just replied with two words:
“No.”
“What?”
Before Huang Dongcheng could react,
Chu Fei pulled the trigger.
The bullet pierced Huang Dongcheng’s skull, blood sprayed everywhere, and he collapsed to the floor, dead with his eyes open in disbelief.
Song Yalan, witnessing this scene, erupted in fury, shouting at Chu Fei,
“My God! Do you realize what you’ve done? Are you trying to get us killed, you idiot!”