C1 Let Go of That Woman!!

"Mr. Chung, how about it? Didn't I tell you my sister is something special?"

"Yes, yes, you were absolutely right, Huang."

Chung Dafu chuckled slyly, his eyes filled with desire as he looked the woman up and down. She wore only a white shirt, her figure perfectly accentuated. Her small, flushed face was framed by closed eyes, with long lashes fluttering slightly. Her cherry-red lips were slightly parted, emitting soft, unconscious murmurs.

Chung's gaze was fixed, a grin revealing his yellowed teeth as he glanced at Huang Yong beside him.

"Well, Mr. Chung, enjoy yourself. I won't interrupt."

Huang Yong understood, stepping towards the door while thinking, "Sis, don't blame me. Blame your husband for being too useless to help me."

Now, only the woman and Chung Dafu remained in the room. Unable to suppress his sordid thoughts any longer, Chung stepped forward and grasped the woman's chin.

"No wonder you're the most beautiful woman in town. Such a shame you're married to a loser," he said, reaching to unbutton her shirt.

Suddenly, a ringtone blared from the woman's purse, interrupting him. Annoyed, Chung pulled out his phone, but upon seeing the name flashing on the screen, a wicked smile crept across his face.

"Ye Fann?!"

On the other end of the phone, Ye Fann frowned slightly at the sight of the ugly, greasy face suddenly filling the screen. He asked, "Who are you, and why do you have Xinying's phone?"

"No need to ask who I am. Just take a good look at who she is!"

Chung Dafu roughly lifted Huang Xinying's limp body, her eyes shut tight but trembling slightly. Her beautiful yet pale face was directly in front of the phone's camera.

Ye Fann's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Where are you? What have you done to Xinying?"

Chung Dafu let out a sinister laugh, then cruelly pinched Huang Xinying's cheek, leaving a vivid red mark on her fair skin. He rattled off the hotel address and added, "Haha, I'm getting impatient. What do you think would be the best way to proceed?"

With that, Chung Dafu laughed wildly and abruptly ended the video call.

Ye Fann gripped the phone tightly as the screen went dark, his eyes filled with an intense, chilling determination. He seemed like a vengeful force emerging from the depths of hell, and the people around him were so intimidated by his powerful presence that they gave him a wide berth.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the Grand Hotel.

A doorman in a black tailcoat, holding a rose, arrogantly blocked Ye Fann's path and asked coldly, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Ye Fann paused, anxiously looking inside as he said, "No, but I have an urgent matter. Can you let me in first?"

"Sorry, sir, not just anyone can enter our hotel," the doorman sneered, giving Ye Fann a once-over before gesturing to the people behind him. "If you're coming here, you should at least dress as formally as the other guests."

The people in line burst into laughter.

Ye Fann glanced at the others. Among the elegant suits and evening gowns, his faded T-shirt and athletic shorts did stand out awkwardly. He rubbed his nose, about to speak, but was interrupted.

"What are you doing here?"

Huang Yong was surprised to see Ye Fann as soon as he stepped out. After a moment of shock, he felt a surge of anger at Ye Fann's disheveled appearance and snapped, "This isn't a place for you. Go home and stop embarrassing yourself."

The crowd erupted into laughter again, treating Ye Fann as a joke.

"I'm here to help your sister."

"Help my sister?" Huang Yong shrank back, asking, "You know about it?"

Just then, Ye Fann's phone rang again. It was Chung Dafu.

"Why aren't you here yet? Are you scared? Xinying keeps mentioning your name while in my arms. A coward will always be a coward!"

Ye Fann's expression shifted to seriousness as he turned to the doorman. "Please let me in."

"What's your problem? Can't you understand English or something..." The doorman's words were cut short as he was suddenly flung aside in a bizarre manner, and Ye Fann was no longer there, leaving the door half-open.

Everyone stared in disbelief, the once noisy crowd falling silent.

Huang Yong stood frozen for a moment, unable to process what had just happened. Seeing Ye Fann's retreating figure, he snapped back to reality, slapped the back of his head, and shouted as he ran after him.

...

"Stop struggling. What's so great about sticking with that loser? If you come with me, you'll live the good life, and I can wipe out Huang Yong's gambling debts," Chung Dafu sneered, his large frame inching closer to Xinying.

Xinying tried to evade Chung Dafu's unwelcome advances, her eyes filled with despair as she glanced toward the door. But her attempt to escape only allowed Chung Dafu to pull her into his arms.

A foul stench wafted down from above, and she closed her eyes in humiliation, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Huang Yong's frantic voice echoed through the room, and Ye Fann appeared in the doorway.

"You actually had the guts to show up," Chung Dafu sneered, deliberately pinching Xinying's cheek right in front of Ye Fann.

Xinying winced in pain, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at Ye Fann, whispering helplessly, "Ye Fann, help me..."

The moment Ye Fann saw Xinying, something snapped inside him. He stepped toward Chung Dafu, exuding a chilling and intimidating aura.

"Let her go!"

Chung Dafu burst into laughter, becoming even more brazen at Ye Fann's words. "Aren't you just a useless nobody? I'm going to have my fun with her right in front of you. What can you do about it?"

"I'll say it again, let her go!"