Eight years have passed, he's still going strong, but his girlfriend is having a mental breakdo

"Don't you dare call the police! Don't you know what you've done? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Qin Zi'ang's tone was fierce.

"But Mr. Qin, are we just going to let that guy go like this?"

Lin Yichen wished he could tear Zhao Hongan apart.

"Of course we can't let him get away with this. Calling the police to arrest him would be too lenient."

"Leave it to me, I'll make sure he suffers even more than you."

Qin Ziang reached out and patted Lin Yichen on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin..."

Lin Yichen agreed.

However, he quickly realized that he was no longer a man, so how could Zhao Hong'an be in a worse situation than him?

Even if Zhao Hong'an were castrated...

Zhao Hongan is already quite old, so it seems he hasn't suffered much loss.

"Go to the hospital. I'll talk to the doctor and find the best surgeon to operate on you. You don't need to worry about the medical expenses."

"Remember, don't call the police without my permission. You don't want the fact that you were castrated to be exposed, do you?"

Qin Zi'ang used both kindness and severity.

"Understood, Mr. Qin."

Lin Yichen agreed with a long face.

After making the arrangements, Qin Ziang also went to the hospital.

Zhao Hong'an's two slaps were too harsh; they turned his head into a pig's head.

He's been on IV fluids for three days straight, and his head still looks like a pig's head.

Qin Ziang suffered from a splitting headache every day, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were swollen and narrowed into slits.

The more upset he was, the more he hated Zhao Hong'an, cursing him ten thousand times a day.

After being discharged from the hospital, I took a car home.

……

Qin Family Villa.

A black Bentley slowly drove in.

The car door opened, and Qin Ziang stepped out, clutching his head. With each step, he grimaced in pain and gasped for breath.

His once handsome face was now swollen like a steamed bun, his eyes were squeezed into two narrow slits, the corner of his mouth was broken and bleeding, there was a clear handprint on half of his cheek, and even his ears were swollen high.

This is what happened to him for provoking Zhao Hong'an. With just a few slaps, he was beaten so badly that even his own mother could hardly recognize him.

Qin Ziang was both angry and scared. He was angry because he had lost face in front of everyone and had been beaten by a 68-year-old man without being able to fight back.

What he feared most was that his elders would skin him alive if they found out.

Qin Ziang shrank his neck and kept his head down as much as possible, wanting to sneak back to his room quietly and find a way to hide the injury on his face once it had healed.

What you fear most is what will happen.

As he approached the entrance to the villa's hall, he caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on the sofa out of the corner of his eye—Old Master Qin, Qin Jiutai, was holding a teacup and speaking to a young man with a gentle expression.

The man was wearing shorts and slippers, and had a carefree and unrestrained demeanor.

Qin Ziang thought the person looked familiar, but couldn't quite place who it was.

However, it's quite rare to see my usually stern grandfather speaking so kindly to a nobody...

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Qin Ziang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't want his grandfather to see him at this moment.

Qin Zi'ang instinctively wanted to turn and run away, but before he could take a step, he heard Qin Jiutai's deep voice: "Stop! Zi'ang, what are you hiding for? Come here."

There was no escaping it. Qin Ziang steeled himself, slowly turned around, still clutching his head tightly with his hands, his voice muffled: "Grandpa...Grandpa."

Qin Jiutai put down his teacup, frowned, and said with a hint of displeasure, "Why are you covering your face? That's rude! Come here and greet your cousin Qin Xuan. He just came down the mountain, and you, as his younger cousin, don't even know how to be enthusiastic?"

"cousin?"

Qin Ziang turned his head to look over.

He remembered.

He has an older cousin, and the two of them were very close when they were young.

When my cousin graduated from elementary school, he was chosen by an old Taoist priest and taken to the mountain to cultivate.

Unexpectedly, he's back now.

No wonder Grandpa was so kind and gentle.

Qin Zi'ang was initially delighted.

Then it dawned on me that his current state was not a good time to meet him.

"Cousin Zi'ang, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Qin Xuan also looked over and couldn't help but smile.

Qin Ziang had no choice but to slowly lower his hand, instantly exposing his swollen and deformed pig-head face to the two of them.

The air fell silent instantly, and the displeasure on Qin Jiutai's face froze, quickly replaced by shock and anger.

He abruptly stood up, strode over to Qin Ziang, raised his hand as if to slap him, but hesitated, afraid of hurting him, and left it hanging in mid-air. His tone was a mixture of shock and anger: "What happened to your face?! Who hit you like this?!"

Qin Zi'ang trembled with fear at his grandfather's imposing presence, stammering and unable to speak, his eyes darting away, unable to meet Qin Jiutai's gaze.

How dare he say that he failed to pick up a girl and ended up getting slapped like this?

Moreover, Zhao Hong'an is 68 years old, yet he is more ruthless than young people; it would only be more embarrassing if word got out.

Seeing his appearance, Qin Jiutai's anger flared even more, and he shouted angrily, "Speak! I'm asking you a question! Have you caused trouble outside again? How many times have I told you to control your temper and stop causing trouble everywhere, but you just wouldn't listen! Now look what's happened, you've been beaten up like this, and you've brought shame to the Qin family!"

Just then, Qin Xuan slowly stood up, walked to Qin Zi'ang, and sharply examined the injuries on his face. He gently touched Qin Zi'ang's swollen cheek with his fingers, and Qin Zi'ang groaned in pain. Qin Xuan applied slight pressure with his fingertips, feeling the injuries beneath the skin, and his brows slowly furrowed.

"Grandpa," Qin Xuan withdrew his hand, his tone calm yet undeniably firm, "Cousin Zi'ang's injuries are not something an ordinary person could inflict."

Qin Jiutai was taken aback and turned to look at Qin Xuan: "Xuan'er, what do you mean by that? Didn't you say it was beaten by street thugs?"

"Absolutely not." Qin Xuan shook his head and said slowly, "The palm prints on his face were extremely heavy and precise. Each slap contained restrained power. They looked like ordinary slaps, but they actually shook the meridians under the skin, causing his entire head to swell and not subside. Only someone who has practiced ancient martial arts can do this. Moreover, the opponent is not weak. He is at least a few levels stronger than the fellow disciples I met before I went down the mountain."

"Ancient martial arts practitioners?!" Qin Jiutai's expression changed drastically, his body stiffened abruptly, and the anger in his eyes was instantly replaced by shock and worry.

Having worked in the business world for many years, he had met countless people and had vaguely heard of the existence of ancient martial arts practitioners. He knew that those people were all highly skilled and ruthless, and were not people like them who could afford to offend them.

He abruptly turned to look at Qin Zi'ang, a barely perceptible hint of panic in his voice, and demanded sharply, "Qin Zi'ang! Who have you offended?! The other party is actually a martial arts expert! Do you have a death wish, and do you want to drag our Qin family down with you?!"