C1 Let Go of That Woman!

"How's that, Mr. Cheng? Was I wrong, or is my sister not top-notch?"

"Absolutely, Brother Huang, you weren't wrong at all!"

Chung Dafu let out a sinister chuckle, smacking his lips contentedly, his eyes brimming with lust as he appraised the woman before him.

She was clad in just a white shirt, her figure shapely and alluring. Her petite face was flushed, her stunning eyes shut tight. Her long lashes fluttered slightly, and her glossy, cherry-red lips were parted, emitting soft, involuntary moans.

Chung Dafu, practically drooling, glanced over at Huang Yong.

"Please, Mr. Cheng, take your time to enjoy. I'll leave you to it," Huang Yong said, stepping towards the door, his inner voice whispering, "Sis, don't blame me. If there's blame, it's on the man you married—he's useless when I need help."

Now alone with the woman, Chung Dafu could hardly contain his vile thoughts. He stepped forward, grasping her chin.

"Truly the belle of Lin City, what a shame she's wasted on a loser," he sneered, reaching for the buttons of her shirt.

Suddenly, a ringing from the woman's handbag interrupted him. Annoyed, Chung Dafu pulled out his phone, but his irritation turned to a sly grin at the name on the screen.

"Ye Fann?!"

On the other end, Ye Fann's brow furrowed at the sight of the repulsive, greasy face on his screen. "Who are you, and why do you have Xinying's phone?"

"Don't worry about who I am. Just look at who she is!"

With rough hands, Chung Dafu hoisted Huang Xinying's body. Her eyes, previously shut, quivered open, her lovely yet ashen face now facing the phone's camera.

A sense of urgency gripped Ye Fann. "Where are you? What have you done to Xinying?"

Chung Dafu's wicked laughter echoed as he viciously pinched Huang Xinying's cheek, leaving a stark red mark on her porcelain skin.

Chung Dafu relayed the hotel's address before adding with a chuckle, "I can hardly wait. What stance do you think I should take later?"

With that, Chung Dafu erupted into boisterous laughter and abruptly ended the video call.

Ye Fann clenched his phone, its screen fading to black. His eyes, dark as night, blazed with an icy ferocity.

In that moment, he resembled an Asura King emerging from purgatory, his formidable presence commanding the respect of passersby who gave him a wide berth, intimidated.

Half an hour later, outside the Dingtian Hotel.

A doorman, clad in a sleek black tuxedo and clutching a rose, stopped Ye Fann in his tracks with an air of arrogance. "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Ye Fann halted, his gaze darting inside anxiously. "No, but it's an emergency. Can you let me through first?"

"Sorry, sir, our hotel isn't open to just anyone," the doorman replied, his voice dripping with condescension. He gave Ye Fann a once-over and gestured at the line behind him. "If you want to enter, you should at least dress the part, like the other guests."

The queue erupted into laughter at his words.

Ye Fann glanced at the crowd. Against the backdrop of elegant suits and gowns, his faded tee and athletic shorts stood out awkwardly.

He touched his nose, offering a sheepish smile, but was cut off before he could speak.

"What are you doing here?"

Huang Yong was taken aback to see Ye Fann just as he stepped outside. After his initial surprise and a twinge of guilt, he saw Ye Fann's defeated demeanor and anger surged within him. "You think you belong here? Scram back home and stop embarrassing yourself," he barked venomously.

Laughter rippled through the crowd once more, with everyone regarding Ye Fann as the butt of the joke.

"I came to rescue your sister."

"Rescue my sister?" Huang Yong's voice wavered, "You know about it?"

Before he could continue, Ye Fann's phone buzzed again in his pocket. It was Chung Dafu.

"What's taking you so long? Scared, are you? It's a shame, really. Xinying has been whispering your name in my embrace. A coward through and through!"

Ye Fann's face hardened as he turned to the doorman with a stern look. "Let me in, please."

"What's the matter with you? Can't you understand plain English?" The doorman's taunt cut off abruptly as he was suddenly flung aside in an odd posture, while Ye Fann had already vanished from his original spot, leaving the door ajar.

Eyes bulged in disbelief as the once raucous crowd fell deathly silent.

Huang Yong stood dumbfounded, taking a moment to snap back to reality. Catching sight of Ye Fann's retreating figure, he smacked his head and bolted after him, shouting at the top of his lungs.

...

"Why resist? What's the point of sticking with that loser? With me, you'll live the high life, and I'll even clear Huang Yong's gambling debts."

Chung Dafu sneered, his bulky frame inching closer to Huang Xinying.

As Huang Xinying dodged Chung Dafu's groping hands, she cast a desperate glance toward the door. But her evasion only drew her closer into his grasp.

Overcome by the stench wafting down, she shut her eyes in discomfort, tears streaming down her face.

All at once, the door was kicked open.

Huang Yong's voice, frantic and furious, filled the room, followed swiftly by Ye Fann's arrival at the threshold.

"So, you actually had the guts to show up," Chung Dafu sneered, pinching Huang Xinying's face to taunt Ye Fann.

Wincing in pain, Huang Xinying looked up at Ye Fann with tears streaming down her face, whispering in a voice laced with desperation, "Ye Fann, save me..."

At the sight of Huang Xinying, something snapped inside Ye Fann. He advanced on Chung Dafu, an icy, menacing presence radiating from him.

"Release her!"

Chung Dafu's laughter boomed, his actions growing bolder with Ye Fann's demand.

"You're nothing but a worthless son-in-law. Today, I'll have my fun with her right before your eyes. What can you possibly do to me?"

"I'll say it one more time. Let her go!"