Just as Zhang ilan tried to stop him, Qin Long suddenly struck, punching Wang Ming right on the bridge of his nose.
CRACK!
The sound of breaking bone echoed as Wang Ming howled in agony.
Qin Long had struck with such ruthless force! Wang Ming was the eldest young master of the Wang Family of Jiangzhong. His was a top-tier family at the height of its influence, with holdings in nurous industries. They were even backed by Yang Xue, a powerful governnt official in Jiangzhong. In this city, it was said that not even Zhao Ruoying would dare to lay a hand on him.
Yet now, Qin Long, a supposed cripple, had not only hit him but had shattered his nose. What the hell… Zhang ilan was utterly baffled, her eyes wide with shock.
After the first punch, Qin Long pressed Wang Ming to the ground like he was pinning down a dog. "Did you fucking think I wouldn't dare touch you?" he snarled. "I told you, if you ever bothered Tang Xuewu or her family again, I would take your life."
He then furiously slapped Wang Ming hard across the face three tis.
"Qin Long, you motherfucker!" Wang Ming roared, clutching his nose in a fit of rage.
Normally, he might have tolerated being hit. But Zhang ilan was right here! If he married Xuewu, this woman would be his future mother-in-law. How could he ever hold his head high after being humiliated in front of her?
Clutching his nose, Wang Ming furiously grabbed a nearby stool and swung it at Qin Long.
BANG!
But he was no match for Qin Long, who easily dodged the attack and planted a solid punch in Wang Ming's chest.
"You ill-bred cur," Qin Long said coldly as his fists rained down on Wang Ming. "Grandpa is going to teach you a lesson today. This will teach you not to curse at ."
"Cripple! Worthless trash!" Wang Ming spat, enduring the pain as he continued to curse.
BANG!
Qin Long's fists fell like rain.
"Cripple, you motherf—"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Qin Long slamd Wang Ming against a table, his right fist smashing down again and again. Each punch sent a spray of blood into the air. Slowly, Wang Ming's strength faded. His face was beaten to a pulp, and his white formal suit was stained crimson.
"Keep going. Still have sothing to say, Young Master Wang?" Qin Long said, slowly stopping his assault as he stared coldly at the man beneath him.
At that mont, Wang Ming understood that if he didn't submit, this madman might actually kill him. He wisely kept his mouth shut.
"You call a toad lusting after a swan? If I'm a toad, you aren't even worthy of being called one," Qin Long sneered, kicking Wang Ming away.
Wang Ming tried to get up, only to collapse again. "AAAAH!"
PFFT!
He spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Watching Wang Ming's wretched state, Zhang ilan looked at Qin Long in shock, her mind reeling in confusion. The Qin Long before her now was decisive and ruthless, nothing like the cripple who had been mocked and bullied for the past three years. She could clearly see a man's fortitude in him, sothing the old Qin Long had never possessed. He seed more confident and powerful. She had no idea why he had changed so much.
"You have fifty seconds to get out of the Tang family courtyard," Qin Long said coldly, leaning on his crutch and looking down at Wang Ming with disdain. "Or do you want to beco a cripple like ?"
Wang Ming's head was covered in lumps. He leaned on the sofa to slowly pull himself up, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Qin Long, you just wait," he hissed. "If I don't kill you, then I, Wang Ming, am your son."
Clutching his bruised face, he dragged his battered body outside.
"Fine by , son," Qin Long responded dryly, watching him leave as if he were a dead dog.
"What's going on here?"
At that mont, Tang Xuewu got out of her car and saw Wang Ming's bloody face, her own expression puzzled. "Young Master Wang, are you alright?" she asked, completely bewildered.
Wang Ming was clutching his nose, his head covered in bumps. He looked utterly pathetic. The mont he saw Tang Xuewu, he tried to cover his head with his suit jacket, but she had already seen his miserable state. He looked as if he'd just eaten shit.
"Oh, I just had a little car accident," Wang Ming said with a strained smile, keeping his head down. "Xuewu, you're back?"
"This...!"
Tang Xuewu was baffled. He crashed his car and ended up like this? Impossible! There are clearly fist marks on his face. But she didn't mock him. Instead, she shot a glare at Qin Long.
"Take care, Young Master Wang."
Hearing her words, Wang Ming deliberately puffed out his chest as he left. He couldn't bear to lose face in front of the woman he secretly adored, so he had to flee as quickly as possible.
ROAR!
The private jet took off, quickly leaving the area.
Tang Xuewu walked over to Qin Long and Zhang ilan.
"Will soone please tell what happened?" she demanded, her brow furrowed.
Zhang ilan finally snapped out of her daze. "Qin Long, how could you attack Wang Ming?" she cried, looking at him in disbelief. "He's the eldest young master of the Wang Family!"
Tang Xuewu sighed. So it was Qin Long's doing. "Qin Long, why did you have to provoke him?" she asked, looking at him angrily.
"He was mocking . I couldn't control my temper," Qin Long said with a shrug.
"Young man, what kind of attitude is that!" Before Tang Xuewu could respond, Zhang ilan pointed an accusing finger at Qin Long. "This is a society of laws, not a place where the one with the biggest fist is the boss! There are so people you simply can't afford to provoke. Do you get it?"
"It's true that there are people in this country I can't afford to provoke," Qin Long said, waving a dismissive hand. "But Wang Ming is definitely not one of them. He doesn't qualify."
"Fine. You're so tough," Zhang ilan said, her face taut with anger. "When the ti cos, you'd better take responsibility for your own actions. Don't you dare drag and Xuewu down with you." With that, she turned her head, refusing to look at him.
"Alright, look, hitting him was wrong," Tang Xuewu said, trying to diate. "Later, you should call Wang Ming and tell him that I want to personally treat him to dinner as an apology. We shouldn't let this escalate."
Tang Xuewu's concern brought a wave of warmth to Qin Long's heart. She didn't ask why Wang Ming had been beaten; she was imdiately thinking about how to apologize on his behalf. It ant that deep down, she trusted him.
"Xuewu, there's no need to treat him to dinner," Qin Long said, looking at her earnestly. "I hit him, and that's that. Nothing will co of it. Even if sothing does happen, I can protect you."
But upon hearing this, Zhang ilan burst into scornful laughter. "Protect Xuewu? Don't make laugh. Where do you get that confidence, Qin Long? From those pathetic fighting skills of yours?
"In this day and age, people without money or power are already struggling just to survive. Only status and influence truly matter. Do you really think that just because you spent one hundred million to book the Longquan Grand Hotel, you can go up against a top-tier family like the Wangs?
"Boy, the Wang Family's power is far beyond anything you can imagine. If you have any sense, you'll go to Young Master Wang's ho tomorrow, kowtow, and beg for forgiveness. Don't make Xuewu apologize and grovel on your behalf!"
Zhang ilan's expression turned icy. "I may have lost our bet—you did successfully propose to Xuewu in the Sky Garden, I'll grant you that. But if you make her clean up your sses and apologize for you, don't bla for not honoring our agreent." She huffed, making her displeasure clear.
"Alright, Mom, that's enough. Go get so rest. It's getting late," Tang Xuewu said. She helped Qin Long back to his room before coming out to ask her mother what had started the fight.
「The scene shifted」
As he recalled these events, tears stread down Qin Long's face. He had already let this woman down so many tis and didn't want to live with any more regrets. That was why, after returning to the battlefield to personally execute Qiu Hu, he decided to leave that life behind and retire to the mountains with Tang Xuewu. She later gave birth to their son and daughter, and they lived happily ever after.
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