After becoming a widow, I became the apple of a rough man's eye.

In the dining room of the Mu family mansion, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the expensive mahogany dining table.

An exquisite breakfast was laid out on the table: crystal shrimp dumplings, translucent and glistening, and hot milk steaming with wisps of white vapor. Liu Shuyan, dressed in an elegant cheongsam, was using serving chopsticks to place a custard bun on Mu Hongying's plate.

"Eat more, you've lost weight these past few days." Liu Shuyan smiled, a doting smile she only showed to her youngest son. "What time did you get home last night? You didn't even call home."

Mu Hongying took a bite of the steamed bun, and the golden filling flowed out.

He slowly wiped the corner of his mouth, his still swollen face carrying a hint of nonchalant languor.

"It wasn't very late, I just went to a few places with my second brother."

Mu Hongying picked up her milk and took a sip, concealing the malicious smile on her lips. "Second brother is a country bumpkin. He went wild and drank a lot. I passed by his room just now and there was no sound from inside, so he's probably still asleep."

Mu Zhenbang sat in the main seat, put down the newspaper in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, but his tone was not stern: "Don't take your second brother to those messy places. When he wakes up, have him come to my study to talk to me about work matters in the future."

"Dad, please don't talk about him." Mu Hongying put down her cup, looking sensible. "Second brother used to suffer in the countryside. Now that he's finally back to be a young master, shouldn't we let him enjoy himself? Sister-in-law... oh no, that Lin Qingqing is probably exhausted too. Let's not bother her."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shuyan's smile faltered, and she gave her youngest son a reproachful look: "What nonsense are you spouting in front of your father? But then again, Yunqi, that kid..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The heavy mahogany doors of the hall were kicked open from the outside.

"Bang!"

A loud bang shook the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

The kick was extremely powerful, and the two door panels slammed hard against the wall.

The three people in the room turned their heads at the same time.

A person stands in the doorway against the light.

Liu Shuyan was about to scold which ignorant servant it was, but the moment she saw who it was, the chopsticks in her hand fell to the table with a "clatter".

Li Dongye's clothes were tattered and riddled with holes burned in the fire, revealing the rolled-up flesh inside.

Most of her hair was singed and stood up unevenly.

His face was streaked with black and red, covered in soot and fire marks, but his eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

He just stood there, like a charred corpse that had just crawled out of the crematorium.

"Yunqi?" Liu Shuyan stood up in fright, her voice trembling. "You... what's wrong with you? You weren't..."

The milk glass in Mu Hongying's hand froze in mid-air.

He looked at Li Dongye, and his face turned deathly pale, looking worse than a dead man.

"Clang!"

The glass shattered on the floor, spilling milk everywhere, mixed with shards of glass.

"Ghost...ghost..." Mu Hongying's lips trembled, and her body uncontrollably shrank under the table.

How is that possible!

The warehouse was completely burned down! The fire was so huge that even the iron gate was locked! He made a special trip to check before he left, and saw Li Dongye go in with his own eyes, and didn't come out for a long time! How could Li Dongye still be alive!

Li Dongye walked in step by step. With each step, his shoes left a dark red bloody footprint on the expensive carpet.

The strong smell of burnt food and blood instantly dissipated the aroma of breakfast that filled the room.

"Yunqi, say something! What happened?" Mu Zhenbang also sensed something was wrong, slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. "How did you get all these injuries?!"

Li Dongye turned a deaf ear.

He walked to the dining table, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mu Hongying, who was huddled in the chair.

Mu Hongying was terrified by that look.

"...Second Brother...please let me explain..."

Explain your mother!

Li Dongye suddenly reached out and overturned the heavy mahogany dining table in front of him.

"Splash—"

The plates and bowls on the table were smashed to pieces, and hot porridge and soup were spilled everywhere.

Amid Liu Shuyan's terrified screams, Li Dongye, like a wild beast that had completely lost control, grabbed Mu Hongying's meticulously groomed blond hair across the messy ground.

"Ah—! Dad! Mom! Help me! Help me!"

Mu Hongying let out a pig-like scream and desperately tried to pry Li Dongye's wrist with both hands.

Li Dongye felt no pain at all. He grabbed Mu Hongying's hair, dragged him off the chair, and slammed him hard onto the floor covered with broken porcelain shards.

"Aaaaaah!" Mu Hongying writhed in the soup in pain, her face piercing a broken plate, instantly drawing blood.

Li Dongye gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He straddled Mu Hongying, his fist raised high, whistling through the air, before crashing down heavily.

"Bang!"

A punch landed squarely on Mu Hongying's nose. The sound of the nasal bone breaking was crisp and piercing.

"You dare touch her?"

"Bang!"

"I'll let you touch her!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists rained down like raindrops, each punch carrying the ferocity to kill. Li Dongye gasped for breath.

"I'll kill you... I'll fucking kill you!"

At first, Mu Hongying could still scream, but after a few punches, she could only let out weak whimpers, her mouth full of blood and foam, her body twitching repeatedly.

"Stop! Yun Qi! You're insane!"

Mu Zhenbang finally reacted, roaring as he rushed forward, trying to pull Li Dongye away.

"Get out of here!"

Li Dongye swung his elbow back and struck her.

Mu Zhenbang was getting on in years, and the impact made him stagger backward, almost falling over.

"Guards! Separate them!" Mu Zhenbang roared, trembling with rage.

Four uniformed guards rushed in through the door.

Upon seeing the horrific scene inside, the group was stunned for a moment before rushing forward, some grabbing his waist, others locking his arms, desperately trying to pull Li Dongye off Mu Hongying.

"Let me go!"

Li Dongye's eyes turned red with rage.

Despite his injuries, he possessed astonishing strength. Having grown up doing heavy labor in the countryside, from repairing cars to fighting, his raw power was so great that even four well-trained guards couldn't subdue him for a while.

In the chaos, Li Dongye was grabbed by the arms and dragged backward by two people.

Looking at Mu Hongying, who lay on the ground like a pile of mud, his mind was filled with the image of Lin Qingqing dying in the fire.

We can't just let it go like this.

If he had arrived even a moment later, Lin Qingqing would have turned to ashes!

Li Dongye suddenly lowered his head and bit the wrist of the guard on his left. The guard cried out in pain and loosened his grip.

In that instant, Li Dongye's hand touched the holster on the guard's waist.