As Li Feng and Zhong Shuhui were discussing Zheng Haoyuan, Zheng Haoyuan, who had left Fengyuan Group, stormed angrily into the presidential suite of a hotel.
Upon entering the suite’s lounge, Zheng Haoyuan punched the coffee table, shattering it into pieces, and growled, “Damn Hu Yuanyuan, damn Xu Qing, you don’t take my words seriously, I’ll make you see the consequences of crossing me.”
In his rage, Zheng Haoyuan’s face twisted menacingly, his eyes glinting with a chilling, soul-piercing light. The two lackeys following him into the suite turned pale with fear.
“Useless trash,” Zheng Haoyuan coldly glanced at his two followers.
Standing before him, the two lackeys dared not breathe. Having been with Zheng Haoyuan for a long time, they knew his temper well. They were fully aware that provoking him now would lead to no good outcome. Zheng Haoyuan’s temper was volatile and unpredictable, making him the most difficult to serve. They vividly remembered a former companion who, after accidentally offending him, was tortured to death.
“You two, go capture Hu Yuanyuan and Xu Qing. I want them to know the consequences of crossing me,” Zheng Haoyuan said in a low voice.
“What…”
The two lackeys gasped, staring at Zheng Haoyuan in disbelief. They hadn’t expected him to assign them such a task. If it were ordinary women, they wouldn’t worry, as their methods would easily succeed. But Hu Yuanyuan and Xu Qing were no ordinary women, one being the president of Fengyuan Group, the other her assistant. Xu Qing might be manageable, but Hu Yuanyuan surely had bodyguards. Even if they were bold, they wouldn’t dare target Hu Yuanyuan.
“What’s that? Can’t you even handle this small task?” Zheng Haoyuan glared at them coldly.
“Young Master Zheng,” the bespectacled lackey swallowed hard, glancing at Zheng Haoyuan before saying, “Young Master Zheng, Xu Qing is one thing, she’s just an assistant. If you want her, we can bring her to you immediately. But Hu Yuanyuan…”
“What’s wrong with Hu Yuanyuan?” Zheng Haoyuan stared at him icily.
“Young Master Zheng, Hu Yuanyuan is the president of Fengyuan Group, always accompanied by bodyguards. We can deal with ordinary people, but against trained bodyguards, I’m afraid…” the bespectacled lackey replied nervously.
“Useless trash,” Zheng Haoyuan snorted, slapping the bespectacled lackey across the face.
Smack!
The bespectacled lackey was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the floor.
“This subordinate is useless, this subordinate deserves death,” the bespectacled lackey scrambled to kneel before Zheng Haoyuan, his face swollen with a vivid red handprint.
“Hmph.”
Zheng Haoyuan merely snorted, about to say something when his phone rang.
“Which bastard is this?” Zheng Haoyuan cursed under his breath, pulling out his phone. His expression changed drastically upon seeing the caller, and he quickly answered.
“Young Master Fu, Young Master Fu, it’s…” At this moment, Zheng Haoyuan was a completely different man from before. Earlier, he had been overbearing, acting as if he ruled the world. Now, he was like a grovelling grandson.
“Zheng Haoyuan, when will you sort out that batch of machines?” Fu Yanxiong’s somewhat sinister voice came through.
“Young Master Fu, there’s been a slight hiccup, but I’ll resolve it immediately. Three days, Young Master Fu, give me three days, and I’ll deliver those machines to you intact,” Zheng Haoyuan hurriedly assured.
“Fine, three days. If you can’t get it done by then, don’t bother showing your face to me again,” Fu Yanxiong said coldly.
“Young Master Fu, rest assured, I’ll handle it within three days,” Zheng Haoyuan patted his chest in guarantee.
“I hope you don’t disappoint me, hmph,” Fu Yanxiong snorted lightly and hung up.
Zheng Haoyuan stared blankly at his phone, a wave of frustration washing over him. He dared not tell Fu Yanxiong about what had happened at Fengyuan Group today, knowing that if he did, Fu Yanxiong would surely be disappointed, something he absolutely wanted to avoid.
Despite being part of the Zheng family and possessing considerable skills, Zheng Haoyuan didn’t have an easy time in the family. He wasn’t a direct descendant and thus lacked access to the family’s core resources. In the Zheng family, he was dispensable.
But Zheng Haoyuan didn’t care. Why, despite being part of the same family, was there such a disparity? So, he aimed to one day become a core member of the Zheng family, even to control it. To that end, he left the Zheng family as a child, leaving Zhongyuan Province to train in divine techniques at Tianmu Mountain.
Fortunately, his unique physique allowed him to progress rapidly. At twenty, he completed his training and returned to the Zheng family.
Ambitious, he believed his strength would earn him a place in the family, and indeed, the Zheng family was shocked by his abilities. From then on, he enjoyed the treatment of a core descendant.
Thereafter, he thrived in Zhongyuan Province, believing himself unmatched, looking down on everyone. But everything changed when he met Fu Yanxiong.
He met Fu Yanxiong because of a woman, the most beautiful he had ever seen, only slightly surpassed by Hu Yuanyuan. The moment he saw her, Zheng Haoyuan believed she was crucial to him. With her as his partner, his divine techniques would advance rapidly, possibly allowing him to reach the innate realm before thirty.
But he hadn’t anticipated someone by her side, Fu Yanxiong. At first glance, Zheng Haoyuan was filled with disdain. In his view, there was nothing he couldn’t achieve in Zhongyuan Province, so he boldly made a move on the woman.
To his utter shock, his pride and skills crumbled before Fu Yanxiong. With a single move, an elder by Fu Yanxiong’s side defeated him, pinning him to the ground.
In that moment, Zheng Haoyuan thought he was finished, that everything he had was lost. But even ants cling to life, let alone him. Facing the threat of death, Zheng Haoyuan cowered, kneeling and begging Fu Yanxiong for mercy.
Thus, he became Fu Yanxiong’s lackey, doing many tasks for him. At first, he struggled to adapt, but he later realised Fu Yanxiong’s significant background. Even the Zheng family’s elders treated Fu Yanxiong with utmost respect, as if he were their master.
Only then did Zheng Haoyuan understand that while the Zheng family was a top-tier family in China, the Fu family, Fu Yanxiong’s family, was an elite one, and the Zheng family was merely their vassal. Becoming Fu Yanxiong’s lackey wasn’t his shame but his pride, as it earned him greater support from the Zheng family.
From then on, he flourished, realising that as long as he completed Fu Yanxiong’s tasks, he could have anything he wanted.
This time, for that batch of chemical machines, Fu Yanxiong had repeatedly stressed their importance, making Zheng Haoyuan aware of their significance and the consequences of failure given Fu Yanxiong’s temper.
Zheng Haoyuan knew full well that Fu Yanxiong was no kind soul. He was ruthless, never lenient with those who failed him.
At this thought, Zheng Haoyuan’s expression grew grimmer.
“Young Master Zheng,” the bespectacled lackey called softly.
Zheng Haoyuan snapped his head up, glaring darkly at him, snarling, “Now, figure out a way. I don’t care how you do it, but tonight, I want Hu Yuanyuan here.”
