Smack!
Qian Duoduo slammed the table and shot up.
“Gao Fei, you dare touch me? How’ll you explain this to Shiyu姐?”
Gao Fei sneered, “Why would I need to explain anything to Qian Shiyu?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Qian Duoduo pressed, “Shiyu姐’s your wife, my cousin—you throwing family out the window?”
Gao Fei looked surprised, “What, Qian Shiyu didn’t tell you? We’re divorced.”
Divorced?
Qian Duoduo’s face froze in shock, “When did you divorce?”
“Just a few days ago,” Gao Fei chuckled, “I thought your family knew. Guess that wretch Qian Shiyu kept it from you!”
Qian Duoduo’s expression turned icy.
That morning at home, he’d seen Qian Shiyu crying quietly in a corner—something felt off. He hadn’t imagined she’d divorced Gao Fei.
“Why’d you split?” Qian Duoduo demanded.
Gao Fei shrugged, “Ask Qian Shiyu yourself later. Right now, I’m just here to teach you a lesson for Ma Shao.”
Ma Dong chimed in, “Gao Fei’s divorce was simple—Qian Shiyu wasn’t good enough for him.”
“Bullsh*t!”
Qian Duoduo snapped, furious, “Shiyu姐’s got a PhD, teaches at university, kind and refined—how’s she not good enough for Gao Fei?”
“Our Qian family’s been scholars for centuries. Gao Fei? Just a broke kid from the sticks back then.”
“Without marrying Shiyu姐, and Grandpa and Uncle backing him, could he have climbed to a mid-level post at the research institute so young?”
Gao Fei nodded, “True, your family helped me out a lot because of Qian Shiyu. But I’m not at the institute anymore—she’s useless to me now.”
“Oh, and I’m remarrying next month.”
“My fiancée’s Ma Shao’s cousin.”
Ma Dong added, “My cousin just got back from studying abroad—her degree’s as good as Qian Shiyu’s, plus she’s younger, prettier, and her family’s worth billions. Can your Qian family match that?”
“Gao Fei’s in his startup phase—he needs a woman who can help him, not some book-teaching deadweight.”
“Luckily, my cousin fits the bill.”
It clicked for Qian Duoduo—Gao Fei had traded up, ditching Qian Shiyu.
A modern-day Chen Shimei!
Gao Fei snorted, “Ma Shao’s right. Qian Shiyu’s a worthless burden to me—keeping her would’ve dragged me down.”
“Burden? Gao Fei, you’ve got the nerve to say that—are you even human?”
Qian Duoduo trembled with rage, pointing at him, “Shiyu姐 stuck by you for years, slaving away, gave you a sweet daughter—do you deserve her?”
“Did a dog eat your conscience?”
Fuming, Qian Duoduo started rolling up his sleeves.
“What, wanna fight?” Gao Fei smirked, “Qian Duoduo, you forgetting this ain’t your family’s turf?”
“Back in the Qian house, if you swung at me, I’d have to take it. But times have changed.”
“Look at my crew—any one of them could half-kill you.”
Qian Duoduo glanced behind Gao Fei. Those guys were built like tanks, muscles bulging—clearly not pushovers.
Fear crept onto his face.
“Coward!”
Gao Fei sneered at him, “Without your Qian family cradle, you’d be less than a street beggar.”
“And that old fart Qian Siyuan—big-shot scholar, always preaching. Who does he think he is?”
“If not for Qian Shiyu, I’d have slapped him ages ago.”
“All that talk of morals and justice—look at your family’s kids. How many made anything of themselves?”
“Especially you, Qian Duoduo—a total waste. What right do you have to lecture me?”
“Since Qian Siyuan and Qian Weidong didn’t raise you right, I’ll do it for them today.”
Gao Fei strode forward, raising a hand to slap Qian Duoduo.
Before it landed, an ashtray crashed onto his head.
“Ah—”
Gao Fei hit the floor, yelping, and looked up—Ye Qiu had done it.
“You bastard, you dare—”
Bang!
Ye Qiu smashed the ashtray on his head again.
“Ungrateful scum, abandoning Shiyu姐—beating you’s too light.”
Still pissed, Ye Qiu kicked Gao Fei square in the chest.
“Ah—” Gao Fei screamed, flying back over ten meters.
Seeing this, Ma Dong roared, “What’re you waiting for? Take him out!”
Instantly, dozens of men charged Ye Qiu.
Qian Duoduo grabbed a bottle to help, but Lin Jingzhi said, “Don’t get in the way.”
He froze, recalling last night at the Green Wolf Gang, and sat back down.
Ye Qiu faced the oncoming mob with no trace of fear—instead, he walked toward them.
Ma Dong grinned savagely, “Courting death!”
The onlookers jeered:
“That kid’s lost it!”
“He’s good, but against that many?”
“Two fists can’t beat four hands—even Bruce Lee couldn’t handle this.”
“Overreaching—why pick a fight with Ma Shao of all people?”
“He’s not just getting killed—his girl’s gonna get taken by Ma Shao. Shame, she’s a looker.”
“What’s to pity? Her man’s getting swarmed, and she’s sipping wine—heartless witch…”
Screams suddenly filled the air.
The crowd snapped out of it, stunned to see Ye Qiu unscathed while Gao Fei’s dozens of thugs writhed on the floor.
This…
The spectators were floored.
Ma Dong’s eyes widened, staring at Ye Qiu like he was a ghost, his mind reeling.
What the hell—is this guy human?
Before he could process it, Ye Qiu was in front of him.
“W-what do you want?”
Ma Dong’s voice shook as he stepped back, “You hit me and my guys—I won’t let this slide.”
Ye Qiu slapped him.
Smack!
Five red fingerprints bloomed on Ma Dong’s face.
“You love calling backup, huh? Keep calling—bring your toughest.”
Ye Qiu scoffed, “Let’s see how you won’t let me off.”
