Entering the wrong room, he became invincible after conquering the voluptuous aunt.

"You slut! You bitch!"

Su Dahai, wielding a wooden stick, charged over, cursing and reeking of alcohol, glaring at Zhang Qingman: "How could I have been so blind as to marry a slut like you? Now you think you're all grown up, daring to fool around with other men and my daughter! I'll beat you to death!"

The wooden stick, carrying a strong gust of wind, slammed down hard towards Zhang Qingman's head!

Zhang Qingman was so frightened that her face turned pale. She instinctively stepped back, but tripped over the chair and was about to fall down in a sorry state.

"Mom!" Su Siyun screamed, trying to rush forward to protect her mother, but Su Dahai pushed her away, causing her to stumble and bump into the corner of the table, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

"Scumbag!"

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold, and he pounced on Su Dahai like a ghost. Before Su Dahai's wooden stick could fall, he slapped him across the face!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap was deafening. Su Dahai was spun around three times on the spot, several teeth flew out of his mouth, his mouth was full of blood, and the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

"You fucking dare hit me?!" Su Dahai covered his face, glaring at Ye Feng with bloodshot eyes. "Kid, do you know who I am? I'm a gangster! Believe me or not, I'll have someone cripple you!"

"A gangster?" Ye Feng sneered, kicking Su Dahai in the stomach. "A good-for-nothing like you dare to talk about gangsters?"

"Bang!"

Su Dahai flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing hard into the wall. When he slid to the ground, several of his ribs were broken, and he grimaced and howled in pain.

Zhang Qingman and Su Siyun were stunned, and then an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up in their hearts!

All the grievances he had suffered from being beaten, scolded, and extorted by Su Dahai over the years seemed to vanish at this moment.

"Well done! Mr. Ye, well done!" Su Siyun wiped away her tears, filled with resentment: "This scumbag doesn't deserve to be my father!!"

Zhang Qingman's eyes were also red, and her gaze towards Ye Feng was filled with gratitude. She said gently, "Ye Feng, compared to you, my ex-husband is like heaven and earth. If he were as handsome and capable as you, I wouldn't have to run around like this."

Upon hearing this, Su Dahai trembled with rage. Pointing at Zhang Qingman, he roared furiously, "Fine! You shameless woman! You really were having an affair with this pretty boy! No wonder you dared to divorce me! No wonder you dared not give me my money! You two adulterers, I will never forgive you!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingman's expression became somewhat unnatural, but she bit her lip and said, "Su Dahai, don't talk nonsense! Mr. Ye and I are just ordinary friends!"

"Just ordinary friends?" Su Dahai scoffed, his face darkening. "Would ordinary friends stand up for you? Would ordinary friends make your daughter so devoted? I bet you've been in cahoots for a long time!"

Ye Feng, however, was too lazy to waste words with Su Dahai. He stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Qingman's slender waist, and, to her astonishment, lowered his head and kissed her red lips domineeringly!

Soft, warm, and with a faint fragrance.

Zhang Qingman's mind went blank for a moment, her delicate body trembled, and she stared wide-eyed at Ye Feng, who was so close to her. Her heart was pounding so hard that she forgot to breathe.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Su Siyun was also stunned, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide open, and her face flushed.

Ye Feng kissed her for a few seconds before slowly releasing her. Looking at Zhang Qingman's flushed cheeks, he leaned close to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Aunt Zhang, I'm sorry, I just wanted to completely dispel this bastard's idea of ​​harassing you and your daughter again!"

The warm breath brushed past her ear, and Zhang Qingman trembled all over. Her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them, her heart was beating even faster, and even the roots of her ears turned bright red. She nodded subconsciously.

"Son of a bitch!"

Su Dahai's eyes widened in fury, and he let out a beast-like roar, "You dare kiss my woman! I'll fight you to the death!"

He went berserk, struggling to get up, picking up the wooden stick from the ground, and charging at Ye Feng again!

"act recklessly!"

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold, and he kicked Su Dahai in the knee.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out as Su Dahai's kneecap was broken by the kick. He screamed and fell to his knees, the wooden stick slipping from his hand once again.

Ye Feng stepped forward, stomping on his back to immobilize him. Looking down at him, his voice was icy and chilling: "Listen up! Sister Zhang is my woman now! You're not allowed to harass her and her daughter again! Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

The excruciating pain and fear instantly shattered Su Dahai's mental defenses. Gone was his previous arrogance; he prostrated himself on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy, "Mr. Ye, spare my life! I'll never dare again! I'll never harass them again! Please, have mercy on me!"

"roll!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly and shouted expressionlessly.

Su Dahai felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet, dragging his broken leg, and fled the restaurant in a disheveled state, not daring to look back.

Watching his hasty retreat, Su Siyun breathed a sigh of relief, her face flushed with gratitude as she looked at Ye Feng.

"Waaah..."

Zhang Qingman could no longer hold back. She leaned against Ye Feng's chest and burst into tears. "Mr. Ye, thank you... Over the years, Siyun and I have suffered so much at his hands... He's just an alcoholic and a gambler. When he loses money, he comes home and beats us. When he wins money, he goes out and fools around... I just couldn't take it anymore, that's why I divorced him..."

Ye Feng gently patted her back, feeling the soft body in his arms. A protective instinct welled up in his heart, and he softly comforted her, "Aunt Zhang, don't be afraid. I'm here for you. I won't let this scumbag bully you anymore."

Zhang Qingman cried for a while before gradually calming down. She raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at Ye Feng with gratitude and a strange emotion in them. Her voice choked as she said, "Mr. Ye, thank you... thank you so much..."

Su Siyun also came over, her eyes red-rimmed, and said, "Brother Ye Feng, thank you for teaching that bastard a lesson for us!"

Ye Feng smiled and ruffled Su Siyun's hair: "It's nothing."

Afterwards, the three left the restaurant and went back to Zhang Qingman's home together.

This is a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. Although it's not big, it's clean, tidy, warm, and elegant.

"Mr. Ye, please make yourself at home. I'll get you a glass of water," Zhang Qingman said warmly, wiping away her tears.

Ye Feng nodded, sat on the sofa, and glanced across the living room. On the wall hung a photo of Zhang Qingman and Su Siyun, the mother and daughter smiling brightly in the picture.

A moment later, Zhang Qingman came over with a water glass and handed it to Ye Feng. Looking at the dust and Su Dahai's bloodstains on his clothes, she blushed slightly and said, "Ye Feng, you just hit my ex-husband, you must be all dirty. Why don't you... take a shower first?"

Ye Feng looked down at his clothes, which were indeed a bit dirty. He smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Aunt Zhang."

"No trouble at all," Zhang Qingman quickly waved her hand and led Ye Feng towards the bathroom. "There are new towels and shower gel in the bathroom, so feel free to use them."

After saying that, she turned and left, blushing.

Ye Feng walked into the bathroom, took off his shirt, and looked at his perfectly muscular body, which had become perfect due to cultivation. He couldn't help but smile slightly, but just then...

With a "click," the bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Ye Feng subconsciously turned around and saw Su Siyun's pretty face flushed red. She was wearing a very sexy red mini-skirt, and her small hands were trembling with nervousness. She said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Brother Ye Feng... I... I'll help you scrub your back..."