Chapter 10: The Visitor in the Rainy Night

“Stop hitting me, Dad!” Zhang Yanran tried to intervene.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fuqiang slapped her with the back of his hand.

Smack!

His palm was broad and heavy, and the blow sent Zhang Yanran flying across the room.

She crashed hard onto the sofa.

“You little bitch, you’re just the same! Do you know how much business I’ve lost because of what you did at that bar?” Zhang Fuqiang spat through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot and bulging with rage.

“Little bitch?” Zhang Yanran clutched her face, suddenly reminded of how her own mother had been beaten by Zhang Fuqiang in the same way. “If I’m the little bitch, then you’re the old bitch! Ah!”

She screamed sharply, scrambled off the sofa, and lunged at Zhang Fuqiang like a wild leopard.

But Zhang Fuqiang was tall and powerful; there was no way she could overpower him.

Desperate, Zhang Yanran bit down hard.

Her teeth sank into the soft flesh of Zhang Fuqiang’s waist.

“Ah!” he roared in fury, yanking Li Xueli by the hair and tossing her aside. Then his eyes locked onto his own daughter.

“Zhang Yanran! I paid for your education, your food and clothes, and now you bite me?” Zhang Fuqiang panted heavily.

Zhang Yanran’s chest heaved. “You can’t call me a little bitch! You used to curse and beat my mother just like this!”

“Fine, you’re just like your mother—ungrateful bastards both of you!” Zhang Fuqiang shook with rage.

At that moment, Li Xueli grabbed a valuable vase nearby and smashed it down on Zhang Fuqiang’s head.

Crash!

The vase landed squarely on his crown.

Zhang Fuqiang staggered, dizzy, taking a few unsteady steps before regaining his footing.

Blood streamed down his face, turning his furious expression even more monstrous and terrifying.

Seeing Zhang Fuqiang like a demon, Li Xueli took a step back, then suddenly turned and ran out the door.

Zhang Yanran hurried after her.

“Get out! You two bitches, if you leave, don’t ever come back!” Zhang Fuqiang shouted furiously.

Clutching his head, his trembling hand grabbed his phone. “Hello? Is this 911?”

He sank onto the sofa, pressing a wad of tissues against his bleeding wound.

Compared to the chaos at the Zhang household, Chu Feng felt far more timid.

Inside his rented apartment, Chu Feng had bought a bunch of food.

Two cases of cold beer.

Fifty yuan worth of pig’s head meat.

Thirty-five yuan for braised beef shank.

A crispy roast chicken costing forty yuan.

And about twenty yuan for assorted vegetables.

“Perfect!” Chu Feng peeled a clove of garlic, turned on the TV, and sat on his creaky bed.

The bed creaked loudly.

“Looks like it’s time to find a new place to live,” Chu Feng thought to himself.

One bite of meat, one sip of beer, half a clove of garlic.

This routine made him feel completely at ease.

Yet his mind was already racing with plans for what came next.

Although the Zhang family had just suffered a crisis, their business empire was deeply entrenched in every industry across Jiangcheng.

Taking down Zhang Fuqiang would require more than just involving the women.

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