"Kneel, or lie down like Chen Yilong!" Zhang Fan's indifferent voice echoed in Wen Ting's ear.
At this moment, the famous director who had been a big shot in the entertainment industry finally understood what despair was.
His two bodyguards were thrown into Qing Shui Lake by Zhang Fan, their fate unknown. And the eldest young master of the Chen family, whom he had intended to help, had his limbs broken and lay on the ground like a dead dog.
All of this made him realize that the youth standing before him did not care about his status or background at all. In his eyes, strength was everything.
Although Wen Ting usually looked down on those who were physically strong and only knew how to use force, at this moment, he had to admit that this approach was direct and effective.
"I'm sorry." Wen Ting, after all, was a man who cherished his life. He had no courage to resist. In full view of everyone, he knelt straight before Zhang Fan and begged for forgiveness.
Han Xueqi sat elegantly in her dining chair, watching the scene silently, showing no surprise, as if it were all within her expectations.
In fact, before Wen Ting made his move, Han Xueqi had already warned him, advising him not to get involved, or he would end up with a ruined reputation.
And now, it had come true.
"Scram!" Zhang Fan felt somewhat bored and waved his hand, like shooing away an annoying fly.
Wen Ting took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and unwillingness in his heart. His decades of experience navigating the chaotic entertainment industry had taught him that flexibility was the key.
Han Xin, known as the 'Soldier Immortal,' possessed unparalleled talent. Even he could endure the humiliation of crawling between a man's legs. Why couldn't Wen Ting endure a mere kneeling?
However, enduring did not mean forgetting. Although Wen Ting had faced many setbacks and scorn in his youth, being forced to kneel was truly a first.
"You're very good at fighting, but I don't believe you can beat the Chen family in Yanjing?" Wen Ting pondered how to inform the Chen family about this matter to maximize the conflict between them.
After leaving Shui Yue Wan, Wen Ting took out his phone, called an ambulance for Chen Yilong, and booked a hospital bed.
With this commotion, no one had the appetite to continue eating. After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Fan and his roommates prepared to head back to their dorm.
Meanwhile, Xu Youran and Lin Ruyue prepared to escort Han Xueqi.
"I beat Chen Yilong into a cripple, and Wen Ting might also be very hostile towards you because of me. If they come looking for trouble with you, you can tell me, and I'll handle it," Zhang Fan said to Han Xueqi before leaving.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Han Xueqi felt a slight sense of disappointment. Her star-like eyes glanced at Zhang Fan, and she said, "If others cause me trouble, can I also ask for your help?"
Zhang Fan was slightly taken aback. He recalled a promise he had made to Han Xueqi in Donghai. After a moment of hesitation, he gently nodded and said, "You can come to me with any trouble."
Long ago, when Zhang Fan had rescued Han Xueqi from the assassins of the Tian Sha Sect, Han Xueqi had wanted to hire him as a bodyguard, but he had refused. Due to Xu Tianlei's involvement, Zhang Fan had made a promise to Han Xueqi that if she encountered trouble, she could call him, but he would only help her once.
Hearing this, Han Xueqi's beautiful eyes lit up instantly. A captivating smile bloomed on her exquisite face, stunning Yi Ziping and the others into a daze.
Xu Youran, standing nearby, couldn't help but sigh in her heart, seeing this scene: "This girl is getting deeper and deeper. I wonder if falling for this man is a blessing or a curse."
"It's almost time to go back. I'm worried Wen Ting might have called the police, and it might be troublesome to leave later," Xu Youran reminded them.
Before leaving, Wang Ming glanced deeply at Zhang Fan. He knew he had misjudged this person this time; this kid was not simple.
But he still couldn't figure out who exactly dared to beat Chen Yilong so recklessly in Yanjing and force Wen Ting to kneel.
"Classmate Zhang Fan, I believe we will meet again," Wang Ming said to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan remained noncommittal.
...
At Yanjing Central Hospital, in VIP Room 003, Chen Yilong lay on a comfortable hospital bed. His limbs, which had been broken and twisted, had been straightened by the doctors. His body was covered with steel pins, making Chen Yilong look like a cyborg.
A middle-aged man stood by the bedside, looking at Chen Yilong. His face bore a striking resemblance to his younger self, exceptionally handsome.
At the head of the bed sat a richly dressed middle-aged woman. Her eyes were red, and her tears had dried up. Looking at Chen Yilong, she showed a pained expression.
This middle-aged man was Chen Yilong's father and the current head of the Chen family in Yanjing, Chen Kanghe.
Chen Kanghe had two sons. The elder, Chen Ning Tian, was the pride of their Chen family and a renowned investment genius throughout China's business world.
At seventeen, he obtained a Ph.D. in Economics from Cambridge University's Business School. With the 500 million yuan seed capital provided by his family, his net worth exceeded ten billion before he turned twenty. Now, at only twenty-five, he was beginning to take over the family business and had been designated as the next patriarch of the Chen family.
As for the second son, Chen Yilong, despite his decadent lifestyle of womanizing and mingling with female celebrities, he had made considerable strides in the entertainment industry thanks to the Chen family's connections.
Perhaps outsiders might think that the gap between Chen Yilong and Chen Ning Tian was too vast, making Chen Yilong an embarrassment to his father.
However, in Chen Kanghe's eyes, he was content with this situation.
Having grown up in a prominent family, he had seen many brothers turn against each other over money. If Chen Yilong were as outstanding as Chen Ning Tian, he would have found it more troublesome.
Therefore, even though Chen Yilong was not pursuing a proper career, Chen Kanghe valued him just as much.
"Mr. Chen, Young Master Chen's limbs have been corrected, but the injuries are too severe. Even with modern medical technology, complete recovery is impossible. It is likely that Young Master Chen will need to rely on crutches in the future," the orthopedic doctor said to Chen Kanghe.
"Crutches?" Hearing this, Chen Kanghe's arm, which was holding onto the bed frame, suddenly bulged with veins. The iron rod had already been slightly dented due to his excessive force.
If his son weren't lying in bed, he would have had the urge to flip the bed over right then.
For such a suave and refined young man to need crutches to walk in the future—how cruel that was!
"Long'er, you rest well. No matter who it is, Dad will find him and break his limbs, making him kneel before you forever," Chen Kanghe said coldly, taking a deep breath.