Chapter 101: 101. Who exactly is he?

“Su Mengqing, you were once a person of high status. Is there any point in making a scene like this?” Yuan Youwei’s beautiful face turned cold as she asked sharply.

“Miss, there’s a saying: ’When you’re shameless, you’re invincible.’ It seems Director Su has become quite invincible,” Mrs. Xue sneered, her face full of disgust.

“Say whatever you want! I absolutely will not agree to this divorce so easily!” Su Mengqing took a deep breath, the madness in her eyes fading slightly. She glared daggers at Lin Fan and shouted, “Even if I become a ghost, I will haunt you for the rest of your life!”

“Well said! Director Su, I, Wen Zheyang, support you!” Wen Zheyang laughed, his voice dripping with fury. Pointing at Lin Fan and Yuan Youwei, he roared, “One of you isn’t even divorced, and the other is still engaged to someone else! Getting together like this makes you nothing but a pair of adulterers! Yuan Youwei, if you continue down this foolish path, your reputation will be dragged through the mud right alongside Lin Fan’s! I’m giving you one last chance. Leave Lin Fan immediately! You can successfully marry into my Wen family and climb the social ladder, and your Yuan family will benefit greatly from our association!”

“…And so what?” Yuan Youwei fell silent for a moment. Then, she flashed a brilliant smile and tightened her grip on Lin Fan’s arm. “The social ladder? Who cares about that? I, Yuan Youwei, would rather follow Lin Fan for the rest of my life without any official status than marry into your Wen family and become some damn high-society wife!”

BOOM!

At her words, Mr. Wang Sr. and the others were visibly moved. Su Mengqing was also stunned.

Has Yuan Youwei gone mad? She’s willing to have no official status just to stay with Lin Fan? Isn’t that just throwing herself at him for free? More importantly, she’s rejecting the Wen family, one of the top ten families in the Imperial Capital, for Lin Fan. What good can he possibly be? She’s blind, utterly and completely blind!

“Yuan Youwei! You dare to look down on my Wen family? What’s so good about Lin Fan that you would do this?” Wen Zheyang’s face turned livid as he gasped for breath in a rage.

Damn it, she’d rather be Lin Fan’s mistress than marry me, Wen Zheyang? This is infuriating! I could just die from anger!

“He is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you,” Yuan Youwei said with a sweet smile, turning to gaze at Lin Fan’s profile with deep affection.

I have to admit, the more I look at this man, the more handsome he is. I like him more and more!

Just then, after a moment of silence, Lin Fan suddenly smiled.

Ridiculous. Truly ridiculous. Looking back at the past four years, I can’t help but laugh! Back then, the Su Family looked down on me in every possible way, constantly pushing Su Mengqing to divorce me. And Su Mengqing herself grew colder and colder, our marriage a sham. For me, that life was no different from being divorced. Now the Su Family has been knocked back to square one, and Su Mengqing has realized I’m not some useless freeloader but a man with significant assets. So now she wants to turn back into a parasite and latch onto me to suck me dry?

“Divorce me or don’t. It’s up to you. I, Lin Fan, don’t need a divorce certificate to sever the connection between us,” Lin Fan said, his smile vanishing as his expression turned to ice. “As for rumors and slander, what do I have to fear?”

He took Yuan Youwei’s arm, turned decisively, and walked away without a single glance back. “Su Mengqing, you once cast me aside like a worn-out shoe. Now I’m telling you, to me, you’re nothing but mud!”

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Staring at Lin Fan’s resolute departing figure, Su Mengqing trembled from head to toe.

Mud? In your eyes, Lin Fan, I, Su Mengqing, have become nothing more than a pile of mud that can’t be plastered on a wall?

Her vision swam with black spots, and a buzzing filled her head. A coppery sweetness welled up in her throat, and she had to bite down hard to keep from spitting blood.

No, I won’t accept this. I, Su Mengqing, absolutely cannot lose to you, Lin Fan! Even if I have to throw away all my dignity, I will hold onto this marriage!

Sensing the strange looks from the people around her, Su Mengqing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then, her face a mask of humiliated fury, she lowered her head and rushed away.

“Young Master Wen, something isn’t right,” Mr. Wang Sr. said uncertainly to Wen Zheyang, finally coming to his senses after watching the uninvited guests leave the inner courtyard. “Lin Fan is completely unharmed, and Yuan Youwei is safe and can still wield the power of Yuandao Capital… I’m afraid something terrible has happened to Mr. Iguchi Watanabe.”

“Hmph! What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just the insignificant Yuan family. Do you really think they can cause any real trouble?” Wen Zheyang snorted, his eyes filled with irritation.

Throughout his life, he had never failed to get anything he wanted. Even though he had seen countless beauties, including some absolute stunners, the more Yuan Youwei refused to leave Lin Fan, the more he desired to claim her for himself.

“Perhaps you should take the initiative and contact Mr. Iguchi Watanabe? It might be best to call and confirm his… his safety, hehe,” Mr. Wang Sr. suggested with a sheepish smile. Recalling Lin Fan’s earlier words, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine.

“Investigate that kid for me. I want the most comprehensive file you can find. Dig up everything, even his ancestors for the last eighteen generations! I want it all crystal clear!” Wen Zheyang ordered angrily as he pulled out his phone, his mind in a chaotic whirl.

How could a mere nobody from Haicheng possibly know about my scandals? And his skills are simply monstrous. Even Wang Meng, a peak Righteous Energy expert, couldn’t even take one of his moves! Would anyone believe he’s just an ordinary person?

Though arrogant, Wen Zheyang was not stupid. He never fought a battle he wasn’t prepared for. Once he had Lin Fan’s complete background, he could devise a targeted plan to deal with him.

“Third Young Master, that man just now… he looked a lot like someone I used to know.” At that moment, Wang Meng, having received some basic medical treatment from the Wang family members, walked back over, clutching his chest. He approached Wen Zheyang’s side, hesitating, and glanced in the direction Lin Fan had left, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.

“Don’t tell me Lin Fan is some powerful figure with connections everywhere?” Wen Zheyang shot back, rolling his eyes in irritation at the sight of this failure.

“His appearance… he looks a bit like the eldest son of the Ying family, Ying Bufan,” Wang Meng said, his face flushing red. He swallowed hard and braced himself to speak.

The courtyard fell into a sudden, dead silence, followed by a collective gasp of shock.

“Impossible! Ying Bufan died seven years ago! That was an official announcement from the Da Xia Military! They even held a state funeral for him!” Wen Zheyang’s expression changed dramatically as he shouted his denial.

What kind of joke was this? That was the legitimate eldest son of the number one family in the Imperial Capital, the Ying family!

It was said that at sixteen, furious that the Ying Family Head, Ying Wenyuan, had divorced his mother to marry another woman, he dropped out of school and joined the military. He swore he would carve out his own destiny and wash away his mother’s shame. In just a few short years, Ying Bufan accumulated countless military honors and received a series of extraordinary promotions.

Finally, in his early twenties, he took command of the three-hundred-thousand-strong Hulin Guard on the front lines of the Northern War Zone. With that, he became the youngest general in the history of the Da Xia Military—a truly unprecedented achievement.

Among his many legendary deeds, the most incredible was when he single-handedly infiltrated an enemy encampment. In a single night, he assassinated nine of their War Gods and annihilated several thousand of their special forces elites. The enemy’s military strength was so severely damaged that they were instantly thrown into disarray, forced to surrender and retreat.

A genius of such phenomenal talent was an idol to nearly every young master of the great families in the Imperial Capital. Some even worshipped him as the God of Killing, and he had hundreds of millions of followers across the Xia Country.

“Mr. Wang, you must be mistaken. I know Lin Fan quite well. He used to be nothing more than a freeloader living off the Su Family,” Mr. Wang Sr. said, equally stunned. Once he recovered, he shook his head vehemently, refusing to believe it. It was impossible. The reputation of that God of Killing was simply too immense, echoing across the entire globe. Even those in the pharmaceutical industry like them had long heard the tales. How could a mere nobody like Lin Fan possibly have such a background? If that were true, how could the Ying family of the Imperial Capital simply stand by and do nothing? They didn’t even send anyone to attend Lin Fan’s mother’s funeral.

“Perhaps… I really was mistaken.” Wang Meng’s face was etched with bitterness as he shook his head. “That man was once my Commander. I can only hope that he is still alive.”

Ever since Ying Bufan’s mysterious death seven years ago, the once-famous Hulin Guard had a change of command, putting an incompetent fool in charge. The result was plummeting morale and a drastic decline in combat strength, leading to one defeat after another. Wang Meng, too, was dissatisfied with his new superior’s inept command. During one suicidal charge that he knew was a futile waste of life, he gritted his teeth, disobeyed a direct order, and led his unit in a retreat.

For this, he faced military punishment. All his honors were stripped away in exchange for his life, and he was forced to leave his beloved Hulin Guard. Afterward, the new Commander shifted all the blame for the military defeat onto Wang Meng’s shoulders. Not only did he embellish and exaggerate Wang Meng’s actions, but he also broadcast them far and wide, making his name infamous throughout the Xia Country.

Utterly disheartened, Wang Meng gave up all hope of returning to the military and accepted an offer from the Wen family of the Imperial Capital. He went from a valiant warrior of the Hulin Guard who risked his life on the battlefield to a bodyguard for a wealthy family.

“Hmph! I don’t care who he is. Investigate him! You must get me a full report!” Wen Zheyang commanded fiercely, his head down as he dialed Iguchi Watanabe’s private number. “As long as he isn’t connected to the elite of the Imperial Capital, I can have someone get rid of him directly!”

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