Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Everyone present could understand the meaning behind his gloomy words.

Zhou's father and Old Zhang exchanged a glance and chuckled a few times.

"Four minutes and twenty-three seconds left..."

His cold countdown made Mr. Fang anxious.

"Mr. Ying, I know my son really made a mistake this time, but look, he's only a teenager, still a child..."

He licked his cheeks and went up to speak.

"Please, considering he's still a child and doesn't understand anything, give him a chance to start over. I swear, I'll grant you whatever you ask. Our Fang family only has one son; we can't let him die like this. We're counting on him to carry on the family line..."

"Then I suggest you have another child."

Ying Yuchuan interrupted his shameless words.

With his arms crossed, he stared at Fang's father with a half-smile, exuding a domineering aura and a sinister gaze.

"You seem to have forgotten that my sister is only seventeen years old. Your good son is heartless and malicious, trying to kidnap her. Then let me ask you again, what does your good son intend to do to her after kidnapping her?"

"Hey Fang, you're a man too. Don't tell me you don't understand the vicious thoughts in your little beast's mind. He's premeditated, planned, and cunning; his scheming is so deep that even an adult would be ashamed of themselves. And now you're asking me to forgive him and let him go? You say he's still a child? Don't you find that a bit ridiculous?"

His questioning voice echoed heavily in the private room.

The Zhou father and son were both somewhat ashamed upon hearing this.

Seeing the sinister look in his eyes that seemed to want to kill Fang's father, they dared not say anything.

"The male classmate who saved my sister and was the most seriously injured is still lying in the hospital..."

"He's not dead yet."

Fang's father's whispered words clearly reached Ying Yuchuan's ears.

His expression was dark and stern, his face hardened, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, making Zhou Yanjin, his good friend of many years, feel a little scared.

Zhou's father glared at Fang's father.

Is this person's brain made of shit?

Now they're adding fuel to the fire.

To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, he quickly tried to smooth things over, "Yuchuan..."

Mr. Fang became even more arrogant, shouting, "So what? It's not like I killed him. The lives of those poor people don't matter. I'll just give them a few hundred thousand to settle things another day. I heard they only have one sister. They've probably never seen so much money in their entire lives... Ah—"

Before he could finish his arrogant words, a cup of hot tea splashed on his face stopped him from continuing his increasingly outrageous speech.

Fang's father clutched his burning face, which had been splashed with hot tea, and cried out in pain. Before the others could react, Ying Yuchuan, expressionless, grabbed a purple clay teapot from a tea tray and smashed it over Fang's head in a second.

The speed was so fast that before anyone else could react, the teapot shattered on Fang's father's head.

With a loud bang.

Zhou Yanjin stared in shock, her eyes widening as if they were about to pop out of her head.

My heart was pounding. Oh no, oh no, Yuchuan is really angry...

The burning pain from the hot tea splashed on his face hadn't subsided when his head was hit again, and a thin stream of bright red blood slowly trickled down from his father's hair.

"Sorry, it was a slip of the hand."

With an indifferent tone, Ying Yuchuan picked up a napkin from the table next to him, wiped the tea stains off his hands with disgust, and then threw it at Fang's father's face.

Fang's father had never been beaten or humiliated like this before. He covered his bleeding head with one hand and pointed angrily at him with the other, "You bastard surnamed Ying..."

"In my eyes, Ying Yuchuan, you are nothing but a poor man with a worthless life. According to you, you are only worth a few hundred thousand. I will compensate you with a million right now. But it's a pity you're still alive."

He returned to him everything that Fang's father had just said.

Mr. Fang shouted angrily, "You hit me! I'm going to sue you!"

Ying Yuchuan's expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "Whatever. But, who saw me hit you?"

"Zhou Yanjin..." he called out, asking without turning his head, "Did you see me hit someone?"

Zhou Yanjin raised a dark eyebrow and readily agreed, "No, I didn't see anything."

He knows the answer to this question.

Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhang echoed, "Yes, yes, we didn't see any."

Just kidding, how can someone with the surname Fang compare to the Ying family?

They can tell the difference between shrimp and elephants very clearly.

So what if they're from the capital?

Old Zhang is also regretting his cooperation with the man surnamed Fu.

Without a doubt, their project is doomed to fail.

Don't let Ying Yuchuan's youth fool you; he's got plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Bringing a company down is a piece of cake for him.

How could this guy surnamed Fang be so stupid?

Mr. Fang was so angry that his face was almost contorted.

"Ying Yuchuan!!!"

"No need to shout so loudly, I'm not deaf."

He looked down on her with disdain, "But if you don't go to the hospital soon, even a dog would find your pig brain disgusting if you threw it in the trash."

Mr. Fang was so angry that he could hardly breathe and his whole body was trembling.

I knew he was difficult to deal with, but I didn't expect him to be this difficult. It seems I have to call out that person...

"Haha, Ying Yuchuan, I didn't expect you to be getting more and more interesting with your words."

At that moment, a woman's voice that shouldn't have been in the private room suddenly interrupted.

Behind them, a woman with fair skin, delicate and charming, and with a touch of intellectualism, stood at the doorway, wearing a fitted olive green long skirt that accentuated her figure and a black tight-fitting top, watching them in the private room with great interest.

Ying Yuchuan had his back to her, while Zhou Yanjin was facing sideways. As soon as she spoke, he looked over and saw her even faster than she did, thus discovering the woman's appearance.

The familiar woman's face once again made him stare wide-eyed in astonishment.

I was incredibly surprised.

Good heavens, how could it be her?

How did she end up here?

Oh wow—

He turned his gaze back to Ying Yuchuan, the situation before him so complicated that he was speechless.

This is even more exciting than a TV drama!

Ying Yuchuan did not turn around, remaining unmoved.

However, his eyes flickered slightly when he heard that familiar woman's voice.

He heard the sound of footsteps in high heels, thump-thump-thump, approaching him step by step.

As a fragrance wafted by, Ying Yuchuan's deep, indifferent black eyes were drawn to the graceful figure of a woman.

She was now standing right in front of him.

His expression remained unchanged, still cold and hard.

A sensual smile played on her red lips, and her alluring, misty eyes gazed intently at him, whom she hadn't seen in years but who now appeared exceptionally handsome, mature, and composed. She spoke in a soft, sweet voice:

"What if I, Li Wan, asked you for this favor, Yu Chuan? You would agree, right?"