C2 Who Do You Think You Are?

"Who do you think you are, pointing your finger at me like that?"

Chung Dafu shoved Xinying aside, his large belly leading the way as he stormed over to Ye Fann, angrily swatting Ye's hand away. Without missing a beat, he grabbed Xinying by the hair and yanked her up forcefully.

Xinying's face twisted in pain, and she let out a sharp scream. Her long hair was mistreated, and a red mark began to appear on her forehead.

Ye Fann clenched his fists, his eyes instantly turning red with fury. He swung his fist at Chung Dafu.

"Ah!"

Chung Dafu's scream echoed through the cramped room like a stuck pig. Hearing the commotion, Yong peeked in from the doorway and rushed inside. Without a word, he kicked Ye Fann and then hurried to help Chung Dafu up, nodding and bowing obsequiously. "Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who this is?"

Xinying looked up at Yong, tears streaming down her cheeks.

So this was her dear brother!

Yong had been spoiled since childhood. He barely managed to get into college, only to be expelled for frequent fighting. This time, he got tricked into a gambling den and racked up a debt of over a hundred grand. Knowing Xinying couldn't possibly help him raise that kind of money, he shamelessly sold his own sister to Chung Dafu!

Ye Fann glanced at Xinying, who was crying her heart out, then turned to the utterly useless Huang Yong. Taking a deep breath, he said coldly, "I don't care who he is. Anyone who bullies Xinying won't get away with it!"

Chung Dafu snorted at this, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a dismissive laugh. "Huang, it seems your brother-in-law is quite something. Why didn't you ask him to handle your business instead of coming to me, an outsider?"

The word "outsider" struck a nerve with Huang Yong. In a sudden burst of anger, he swung his hand at the back of Ye Fann's head. Not satisfied, he kicked him several more times, cursing, "You useless fool! How dare you challenge Mr. Chung? Get on your knees and apologize to him!"

Ye Fann's knee buckled from the blow, nearly bringing him to the ground. His expression grew darker, and his hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, he looked up at Huang Yong, his eyes flashing with a chilling intensity. "A man kneels only to heaven and his parents. Who is he to demand I kneel?"

"You..." Huang Yong was momentarily speechless. The powerful presence Ye Fann exuded made him tremble, and a deep-seated fear began to grow within him.

"Only kneel to your parents, never to anyone else!" Chung Dafu declared, strutting over to Ye Fann with a swagger. He jabbed a finger at Ye Fann's forehead, enunciating each word, "I want to see what makes you so bold in front of me."

"I can't stand it when people point their fingers at me," Ye Fann replied quietly, yet his tone left no room for argument.

Chung Dafu chuckled, spat on the floor, and continued to poke Ye Fann's forehead provocatively. "I'm pointing, so what are you gonna do about it?"

The tension in the room skyrocketed. Huang Xinying, trembling, glanced worriedly at Ye Fann, while Huang Yong added fuel to the fire, "This kid must be dreaming to talk like that. Running into you today, Mr. Chung, is just his bad luck. Why don't you teach him a lesson on behalf of his parents?"

"Ha, alright! Since Brother Huang suggests it, I'll give him a good lesson."

With that, Chung Dafu lifted his foot to kick Ye Fann, but before he knew it, Ye Fann shoved him to the ground.

Screams echoed through the room as Ye Fann's fists and feet landed rapidly on Chung Dafu's face and body.

Seeing this, Huang Xinying urgently called out, "Ye Fann, calm down!"

At this moment, Ye Fann couldn't keep his cool. His punches and kicks became even more relentless, and in no time, Chung Dafu was left with a bruised and swollen face, looking even more grotesque than before.

"If you love using the word 'useless' so much, fine, I'll make you useless!"

"No...!"

It was too late; everything was too late. Ye Fann delivered a swift kick to Chung Dafu's groin. The sound of something breaking was followed by a warm stream down his legs, shockingly red with blood. Chung Dafu was already unconscious, his face ashen.

"If it weren't for my woman pleading for you, I'd have torn you to pieces!"

Seeing Chung Dafu in such a state, Huang Yong felt a chill run through him, muttering repeatedly, "It's over, it's all over!"

Having vented his anger, Ye Fann draped his jacket over Xinying's shoulders, helping her up as they slowly made their way to the door.

"Huang Yong, if you ever think about bothering your sister again, you'll end up just like him!"

Huang Yong paid no heed to his words, watching Ye Fann leave the room with Xinying. Once the fear subsided, he clenched his fist and cursed, "Useless! Acting all high and mighty just because you know a bit of martial arts! Useless is still useless!"

Outside the room, a crowd had gathered, drawn by the screams. Seeing Chung Dafu's miserable state, they couldn't help but point and laugh.

Sitting on the electric scooter, Xinying looked at Ye Fann with worry and said, "Chung Dafu is a notorious bully in Lin City. After the way you humiliated him today, he definitely won't let it slide."

Ye Fann patted Xinying's shoulder, speaking softly to reassure her, "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one will harm you. No matter what, I'll protect you."

Ye Fann's words warmed Xinying's heart, but she couldn't shake her concern. The trouble Huang Yong had stirred up wasn't even resolved yet, and now they'd crossed paths with Chung Dafu. It was easy to say they'd handle it, but how could they possibly stand up to people like him?

...

Half an hour later, Ye Fann and Xinying returned to their neighborhood. Before they could park the scooter, they heard Xinying's mother, Wang Ying, calling out behind them.

"We haven't seen you since your family moved abroad. I didn't expect you to be so loyal, still thinking of Xinying and coming back to Lin City just to see her."

Wang Ying chuckled, covering her mouth as she glanced at the man beside her.

Standing next to her was a man in a white suit, his hair neatly styled with gel. His polished black shoes gleamed in the sunlight, and his gold-rimmed glasses gave him a gentlemanly and sophisticated appearance.

The man smirked slightly, a hint of pride in his voice as he said, "I returned mainly for work, but also to reconnect with Xinying. Now that I've made a successful career, I can offer Xinying the future she desires."

As they spoke, Wang Ying and the man had already reached the bike shed, running right into Ye Fann and Xinying.

Wang Ying's cheerful expression vanished the moment she saw Ye Fann. She glared at him, then quickly pulled Xinying over and pushed her toward the man.

"Hey, Wenfeng, haven't you always wanted to see Xinying? It's still early, why don't you two young folks go spend some time together?"

"Mom!" Xinying exclaimed in shock, looking at Wang Ying in disbelief.

Wang Ying waved her hand dismissively, saying, "What's the big deal? Don't you remember Bi Wenfeng? You used to love following him around when you were little."

Bi Wenfeng smoothly picked up the conversation, "Yeah, Xinying, I've been thinking about you all these years while I was abroad. You haven't really forgotten me, have you?"

"Of course not, Wenfeng," Xinying replied awkwardly, her eyes frequently darting to Ye Fann.

Bi Wenfeng, noticing this detail, frowned and looked displeased as he turned his gaze to Ye Fann.

"Ma'am, who is this?" he asked.

Wang Ying looked at Ye Fann with disdain, as if he were something unpleasant, and said gruffly, "Don't mind him. He's just a nuisance who won't leave Xinying alone."

"Mom, what are you saying? Ye Fann is my husband. We've already registered our marriage," Xinying protested, unwilling to let Wang Ying speak about Ye Fann that way.

"Hah! Does he even deserve it?"

"He can't even afford a decent wedding, yet he has the nerve to marry my daughter. Has he looked in the mirror? Besides his looks, what else does he have going for him?"

Wang Ying was filled with dissatisfaction toward Ye Fann.

Seeing this, Bi Wenfeng stepped forward, eager to impress, and opened the trunk of a BMW X5.

"Ma'am, here's a little gift I prepared. While these things might not be worth much, some people might never afford them in their lifetime."

After speaking, Bi Wenfeng cast a smug glance at Ye Fann.