Awakening the Yin-Yang Divine Skill: I was ecstatic after the breakup

Zhao Kai was his roommate who slept in the bunk above him for four years during college!

Tang Xinyue was the girlfriend he cherished with all his heart and wanted to grow old with, but these two people were doing such a despicable thing in his rented apartment!

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, his fingers gripping the key so tightly that his knuckles turned white, almost deforming the key.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly inserted the key into the lock, turned it hard, and with a "click," the door opened.

He stormed in, staggering but filled with boundless rage, and pushed open the bedroom door.

The scene before him made Chen Yang's eyes widen in horror.

Zhao Kai was pressing down on Tang Xinyue, whose hair was disheveled on the pillow, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and her pajamas torn to shreds, revealing her fair neck and delicate collarbone.

Zhao Kai had several shallow scratches on his chest, and his eyes still held a lingering ambiguity.

The two men were in extremely poor condition.

Hearing the door being pushed open, the two of them trembled like cats whose tails had been stepped on, and hurriedly separated in a panic.

Zhao Kai hurriedly picked up the scattered clothes.

Tang Xinyue clutched her chest, frantically pulling the blanket over herself. Her face turned deathly pale, and her eyes darted away, unable to meet Chen Yang's gaze.

Chen Yang stood at the door, staring intently at the two people in front of him. His teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding together, and his eyes were bloodshot. The anger within him was like a wild beast that had broken free of its shackles, roaring and raging wildly, almost completely devouring his reason.

"Zhao Kai, I'll fuck your mother!" Chen Yang roared, his voice hoarse and angry, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.

He could no longer hold back and lunged forward, using all his strength to deliver a powerful punch to Zhao Kai's face.

With a muffled thud, Zhao Kai was caught off guard and was forced to stagger backward. His head slammed heavily against the wall, making a dull thud, and blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

With red eyes, Chen Yang was like a wild beast out of control, about to pounce on him and continue beating him, when Tang Xinyue's scream suddenly came from behind him.

Tang Xinyue, no longer caring about putting on her clothes, rushed up from behind Chen Yang, hugged his waist tightly, and screamed, "Chen Yang, are you crazy! Stop it right now!"

"Let me go!" Chen Yang's voice was filled with rage as he struggled violently, trying to break free from Tang Xinyue's grasp. "This bastard slept with my woman, I'm going to beat him to death!"

Tang Xinyue hugged him even tighter, her cheek pressed against Chen Yang's back, her voice tinged with panic and urgency: "Calm down! Listen to me first!!"

Just then, Zhao Kai got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of resentment and ferocity.

He grabbed a solid wood bench from the side and, taking advantage of the moment when Chen Yang was being held by Tang Xinyue and unable to move, rushed forward, raised the bench, and smashed it hard on Chen Yang's head.

"Bang..."

With a dull thud, Chen Yang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. A sharp pain instantly swept through his body, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed out from his head instantly, staining his hair and the floor beneath him.

He struggled on the ground, his fingers digging into the floor, trying to get up, but the sharp pain in his head and intense dizziness made him weak and unable to stand up. He could only watch helplessly as everything in front of him happened.

Tang Xinyue looked at Chen Yang lying on the ground, his head covered in blood, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, but she did not take a step forward.

Zhao Kai smiled smugly. He stepped forward and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in Chen Yang's face, his tone arrogant and vicious: "You son of a bitch! Chen Yang, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You think you're worthy of competing with me for a woman?"

As he spoke, he raised his foot again, about to kick Chen Yang.

Tang Xinyue then came to her senses and rushed forward, grabbing his hand tightly. She said urgently, "Brother Kai, let it go, don't stoop to his level. If you fight again, someone will die!"

Zhao Kai stopped in his tracks, pointed viciously at Chen Yang's face, and said through gritted teeth, "If Yueyue hadn't held me back today, I would have beaten you to death, you son of a bitch!"

Chen Yang lay on the ground, blood still flowing from his head.

He struggled to lift his head, his gaze fixed on Tang Xinyue, his eyes filled with hatred, resentment, and disbelief. His teeth were clenched so tightly that they seemed to want to devour her alive.

Tang Xinyue felt uncomfortable under his gaze, turned her face away to avoid his eyes, and quickly picked up her and Zhao Kai's clothes from the ground and came over to put them on with Zhao Kai.

After getting dressed, she turned to look at Chen Yang, her tone tinged with coldness and a hint of self-justification: "Chen Yang, don't blame me. Blame yourself for being incompetent..."

Look at you, a lousy chef, you can only earn a hundred thousand or so a year at most...

Then look at Kai, his company pays out over 200,000 yuan in dividends a year... and he has millions in stocks... and then there's Kai's background...

Following you, I see absolutely no hope...

She paused, then added, "Take good care of yourself from now on. I'm leaving. This is the end between us..."

After saying that, she didn't look at Chen Yang again, grabbed Zhao Kai's hand, and walked quickly towards the door, as if she felt disgusted if she stayed for even a second longer.

Chen Yang lay on the ground, staring intently at their departing figures, his fingernails digging deep into the floor, his hands clenched into fists, and the hatred in his eyes almost overflowing.

The excruciating pain in his head was intertwined with the humiliation and anger in his heart.

He never imagined that the woman he had cherished for three years would betray him so heartlessly, and that she would even cheat on him with his college classmate!

A strong wave of dizziness washed over him again, and everything went black before his eyes. He could no longer hold on and collapsed into a pool of blood, completely unconscious.

Not long after Chen Yang fainted, the door to the rented room was kicked open with a bang, and a group of bodyguards dressed in black suits, with upright postures, filed in, their expressions cold and their movements swift.

Leading the group was Su Bing's assistant, Yang Ting. She was dressed in a smart business suit, her brows furrowed, and her gaze quickly swept across the messy room.

When she saw Chen Yang lying in a pool of blood, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly walked forward.

She crouched down and checked Chen Yang's breathing. After confirming that he was still breathing, she immediately took out her phone and urgently dialed Su Bing's number: "President, we found him. He's in the rented house, badly injured, covered in blood, and unconscious."

Around 10 p.m., the inpatient department of the First People's Hospital was quiet, with only the warm yellow light from the streetlights in the corridor and the occasional sound of nurses' footsteps.

In a private hospital room, Chen Yang lay on the bed, his head wrapped in thick white gauze, with only his eyes, nose and mouth showing.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were chapped, and his brows were slightly furrowed. Even in his unconscious state, he exuded a hint of suppressed pain, and his body still bore the marks of his disheveled state and weakness.

Su Bing sat on a chair by the hospital bed, wearing a well-tailored black dress that made her skin appear even whiter and gave her a noble and aloof air.

But now her brows were furrowed, her gaze fixed on Chen Yang on the hospital bed with a complex expression, and she asked in an icy tone, "Who hit him?"