C2 Who the Hell Do You Think You Are?

"Who the hell do you think you are, pointing your finger at me like that!"

Chung Dafu shoved Huang Xinying aside and marched straight up to Ye Fann, his ample belly leading the way. In a fit of rage, he slapped Ye Fann's hand away.

Without missing a beat, he yanked Huang Xinying up by her hair.

Huang Xinying's features contorted in agony as she let out a piercing scream. Her long hair was mishandled by Chung Dafu, and the top of her forehead swiftly reddened before her eyes.

Ye Fann's fists tightened, his eyes bloodshot in an instant. His punches, fueled by his body's momentum, connected with Chung Dafu.

"Ah!"

Chung Dafu's cries, akin to those of a slaughtered pig, echoed in the cramped room. Huang Yong, peeking in from the doorway, rushed in at the commotion. Without a word, he landed a kick on Ye Fann, then scurried over to Chung Dafu, obsequiously helping him to his feet. "Have you lost your damn mind? Do you have any idea who this man is?"

Huang Xinying lifted her gaze to Huang Yong, tears streaming down her face.

This was her beloved brother!

Huang Yong had been coddled from a young age. He managed to get into college, but was expelled for constant brawling.

Now, duped into gambling, he had racked up a debt of over a million. Knowing full well that Huang Xinying couldn't muster such a sum, he had despicably sold his own sister to Chung Dafu!

Ye Fann, witnessing Huang Xinying's tearful state and then turning to the unreliable Huang Yong, inhaled deeply and declared icily, "I don't give a damn who he is. Anyone who dares to harm Xinying won't get off easy with me!"

Chung Dafu scoffed at the words, his sneer cutting through the tension as he wiped the blood from his lips.

"Brother Huang, looks like your brother-in-law here is quite the tough guy. Why didn't you turn to him for help with your problems instead of groveling to me, an outsider?"

The term 'outsider' struck a nerve with Huang Yong. In a sudden outburst, he struck Ye Fann on the back of the head.

Still seething, he delivered several more kicks, all the while hurling insults. "You're nothing but trash, daring to defy CEO Cheng. Get down on your knees and apologize to him, now!"

Ye Fann's knee buckled under the force of the kick, nearly sending him to the ground. His expression grew stormier by the second, fists balling up involuntarily. Then, with a sudden lift of his head, he locked eyes with Huang Yong, a piercing chill radiating from his menacing gaze.

"A man kneels only to the heavens and to his parents. What kind of lowlife is he to think I'd kneel to him?!" he seethed.

"You..." Huang Yong found himself at a loss for words, the formidable aura emanating from Ye Fann causing him to shudder uncontrollably, a seed of fear taking root deep within.

"What a line about parents to kneel to!" Chung Dafu declared, swaggering over to Ye Fann with his belly leading the way. He jabbed a finger at Ye Fann's forehead, enunciating each word, "I'm curious to see what makes you bold enough to be so insolent before me, Chung Dafu."

"The thing I despise most in life is someone pointing at me," Ye Fann murmured, his voice low but laced with an unmistakable edge.

Chung Dafu sneered, spitting onto the floor, then continued to taunt Ye Fann by tapping his forehead repeatedly, "I'm pointing at you. What are you going to do about it?"

The tension in the room snapped. Huang Xinying, huddled and trembling, lifted her head to look at Ye Fann with concern. Meanwhile, Huang Yong fanned the flames, saying, "This kid must be out of his mind to talk back like that. He's unlucky to have crossed paths with CEO Cheng today. You should discipline him on behalf of his parents, so he learns not to snap at everyone he meets."

"Ha, very well. Since Brother Huang has put it that way, I'll make sure to teach him a proper lesson," Chung Dafu chuckled.

As he swung his leg to kick Ye Fann, in a swift move, Ye Fann shoved it aside, sending Chung Dafu crashing to the floor.

Screams filled the private room as Ye Fann's fists and feet flew, landing with rapid succession on Chung Dafu's face and body.

Seeing the chaos, Huang Xinying cried out, "Ye Fann, calm down!"

But Ye Fann was beyond calming. His blows grew more ferocious by the second, and in no time, Chung Dafu was left battered and bruised, his already plump face now grotesquely swollen, resembling a pig's head.

"Since you're so fond of the word 'trash,' then fine, I'll make you into trash!"

"No..."

But it was too late. Ye Quan's foot crashed down onto Chung Dafu's groin, and the sickening sound of something breaking was followed by a warm gush of blood-red fluid streaming down his legs. Chung Dafu lay there unconscious, his face pale as death.

"Had it not been for my woman's pleas on your behalf, I would have torn you limb from limb!"

Huang Yong's heart sank as he witnessed Chung Dafu's beating. He muttered to himself in despair, "It's over, everything's over!"

Having released his fury, Ye Fann draped his coat over Huang Xinying and helped her to her feet. Together, they made their way slowly to the door.

"Huang Yong, if you dare to harm your sister again, you'll share his fate!"

Huang Yong dismissed the warning. As he watched Ye Fann escort Huang Xinying out, his fear turned to anger, and he cursed under his breath, "Trash, acting all high and mighty. You're nothing but a brute with a bit of muscle! Trash will always be trash!"

The corridor outside was crowded with onlookers drawn by the screams. They all pointed and laughed at the sight of Chung Dafu's pitiful state.

Seated on the electric scooter, Huang Xinying looked anxiously at Ye Fann and said, "Chung Dafu is a notorious thug in Lin City. He won't just let this humiliation slide."

Ye Fann gently patted Huang Xinying's shoulder, reassuring her, "Don't worry. With me here, no one will hurt you. I'll protect you no matter what."

His words brought a touch of warmth to Huang Xinying's heart, yet she couldn't shake off her concern. Huang Yong had stirred up trouble with Chung Dafu before they could even deal with his previous mess. It was easy to talk tough, but how could they possibly stand up to such people?

...

Half an hour later, Ye Fann and Huang Xinying arrived back at their neighborhood. Before he could stow the scooter in the shed, Wang Ying's voice called out from behind.

"After your family moved abroad, we lost touch. I never imagined you'd remain so devoted. To think you still remember Xinying and even came back to Lin City just to see her."

Wang Ying stifled a laugh behind her hand, glancing at the person next to her as she spoke.

Beside her stood a man clad in a white suit, his hair slicked back with gel to perfection. His polished black leather shoes gleamed in the sunlight, and his gold-framed glasses lent him an air of distinguished gentility.

With a smug twist of his lips, the man boasted, "I've returned mainly for work, but of course, I'm also here to rekindle things with Xinying. I've made it in my career, and I can provide the future Xinying desires."

As they conversed, Wang Ying and the man reached the carport, running into Ye Fann and Huang Xinying.

Wang Ying's cheerful demeanor soured at the sight of Ye Fann. She shot him a venomous glare, then abruptly pulled Huang Xinying forward, pushing her toward the man.

"Wen Feng, you've always wanted to see Xinying, haven't you? There's plenty of time; why don't you two catch up?"

"Mom!" Huang Xinying exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief as she turned to Wang Ying.

Impatiently dismissing her, Wang Ying waved her hand, "What's the big deal? Don't tell me you've forgotten Bi Wenfeng? You used to follow him around like a little shadow when you were a kid."

Seizing the moment, Bi Wenfeng chimed in, "That's right, Xinying. I've thought of you constantly while I was overseas. Surely, you haven't forgotten me?"

"How could I? I've always remembered you, Brother Wenfeng," Huang Xinying replied, her voice tinged with discomfort, her gaze drifting back to Ye Fann.

Bi Wenfeng, who had been watching Huang Xinying closely, caught the fleeting looks. His brow furrowed as he turned a concerned gaze to Ye Fann.

"Auntie, who might this be?"

Wang Ying's expression soured as if Ye Fann were something vile, and she retorted gruffly, "Don't mind him. He's a lunatic who won't leave Xinying alone."

"Mom, what are you saying? Ye Fann is my husband; we're already married," Huang Xinying protested, unwilling to let her mother's words stand unchallenged.

"Pui? Him, worthy?" Wang Ying scoffed disdainfully.

"You can't even manage a decent wedding, and yet you have the audacity to marry my daughter. Take a good look at yourself. Apart from being easy on the eyes, what do you have to offer that's worth mentioning?"

Wang Ying's gaze was laden with disapproval directed at Ye Fann.

Bi Wenfeng, seizing the moment, strode over to a BMW X5 and popped the trunk, as though he had performed some great feat.

"Auntie, here are some gifts I've brought. They might not be worth a fortune, but there are those who could never afford such luxuries in their lifetime."

With a smug glance, Bi Wenfeng turned his attention to Ye Fann, basking in his own self-satisfaction.