Huang Yong led everyone into the safety entrance of the office building. Just as they reached the 2nd floor, they bumped into Liu Yunpeng, who was leisurely leaning against a wall, smoking a cigar.

The latter had been waiting for them for a while. Seeing the target individuals appear, Liu Yunpeng slowly straightened up, then lazily walked downstairs while saying, “Oh my, look who it is. Isn’t this Yang Xue? Why did you leave without saying a word last time? What do you take me, your boyfriend, for?”

With a sarcastic tone and words that came out of Liu Yunpeng’s mouth, Wang Qiang was clearly displeased. However, he still suppressed the anger inside him, wanting to see how Yang Xue would handle the situation to determine if she had truly moved on from Liu Yunpeng or was still entangled with him.

“Get lost, stop talking nonsense here. Who’s your girlfriend? That bitch with the surname Li is!” Yang Xue bluntly denied any relationship between them and didn’t miss the chance to insult Li Huiru.

“Ha ha!” While speaking, Liu Yunpeng went down two more steps. He didn’t care at all about Yang Xue insulting Li Huiru. Instead, her severing ties with him was what annoyed him a bit.

However, he didn’t show it. Instead, he laughed loudly as if he had heard a very funny joke.

Immediately, Liu Yunpeng’s boisterous laughter echoed in the stairwell. Not only Wang Qiang but even Huang Yong frowned.

He wanted to stop the Liu Family’s young master, but thinking about the complicated emotional entanglements between him and Yang Xue, that even Liu Fugui was troubled by, it was best not to get involved.

Descending the stairs, Liu Yunpeng abruptly got close to Yang Xue and lightly blew a smoke ring at her face.

Undoubtedly, his entire series of actions was a huge provocation to Wang Qiang, prompting him to clench his fists on the spot. If Liu Yunpeng dared to escalate things further, Wang Qiang was ready to land a punch on his nose at any moment.

“What, ha ha! Want to cut ties with me?”

Liu Yunpeng leaned sideways against the rail in the hallway: “It’s only been a few days, and you’ve changed? Ha ha, who was it that clung to my shirt and said they wanted to be with me forever and ever? Who cried and screamed that they loved me to death? Yang Xue, you can’t have forgotten, can you? During our passionate time together, you were quite wild!”

“Ah hahahaha!”

“Slap!” With a crisp sound, Yang Xue’s slap put an end to Liu Yunpeng’s laughter.

Seeing this, Wang Qiang couldn’t help but cheer inwardly. In fact, when Liu Yunpeng spoke again, he had already planned to step in, but for some reason, another part of him stopped him, constantly advising him to stay calm. Now was the best opportunity to understand the past relationship between Liu Yunpeng and Yang Xue.

Alright, Liu Yunpeng spoke, and it gradually became clear. But Wang Qiang didn’t feel any sense of relief. On the contrary, he was overcome with an inexplicable jealousy; yes, rather than jealousy, it felt like something he treasured had been touched.

Liu Yunpeng rubbed his cheek, feeling the burn—a sensation this spoiled young master, raised in a pampered environment, rarely experienced.

He looked at Yang Xue in disbelief. The woman in front of him had actually hit him.

This is bloody ridiculous!

Throughout his years in the game with women, which woman he set his sights on didn’t behave like a docile dog around him? Yet, this shameless woman dared to hit him, which drove Liu Yunpeng a bit mad. He raised his hand to slap Yang Xue.

But Yang Xue didn’t back down at all, glaring fiercely at Liu Yunpeng.

Just as Liu Yunpeng’s palm was about to land on her cheek, she suddenly felt a gust of wind brush past her face, lifting a few strands of her hair. Then she heard that familiar voice:

“Fuck! Liu Yunpeng, you really are a man, huh, actually trying to hit a woman!”

Wang Qiang intercepted Liu Yunpeng’s angry slap. The latter, seeing Wang Qiang’s intervention and recalling what he had witnessed upstairs earlier, became even more furious.

Thus, Liu Yunpeng intentionally wanted to wrestle with Wang Qiang. But a rich second-generation is a rich second-generation after all. Wang Qiang, though not a bodybuilder and generally a homebody lacking exercise, had struggled on the brink of life and death since the apocalypse began. He was no longer the sheltered Liu Yunpeng was, living behind high walls.

Moreover, after recent strength training, Wang Qiang was no longer the same as before.

Thus, the clichéd story of an underdog’s rise over a wealthy prince began to unfold.

Wang Qiang mercilessly vented his accumulated anger, twisting Liu Yunpeng’s wrist with force.

To his credit, Liu Yunpeng was a tough guy. Even with his face contorted in pain from Wang Qiang’s grip, he didn’t utter a single plea for mercy.

However, his face, swollen red like a bun, vividly displayed his embarrassment. Huang Yong, watching from the side, saw it clearly. He knew that if he didn’t intervene, the consequences would be disastrous.

If Liu Yunpeng got hurt, given Liu Fugui’s doting on his son, he’d certainly face punishment, or worse, it might threaten his own life.

Liu Yunpeng, such a good-for-nothing! How could Liu Fugui, a man of such decisiveness, father a son who is all failures and no success? Truly a life’s regret!

Huang Yong didn’t have time for further lamentation. He quickly intervened, pulling Wang Qiang’s left hand away, and in a deep voice said, “Young man, do you know where you are? Impulsiveness won’t do you any good. Don’t forget the purpose of your visit!”

After warning Wang Qiang, Huang Yong shifted his gaze to Liu Yunpeng.

“Young Master, we still have business to attend to, you see…”

“Shut up, Huang Yong, this has nothing to do with you!” Liu Yunpeng harshly interrupted him.

In his eyes, people like Huang Yong were just a bunch of lapdogs working for the Liu Family. And just now, this dog stood idly by while its master was beaten and humiliated—this account he definitely had to settle later.

After dealing with Huang Yong, Liu Yunpeng immediately targeted Wang Qiang, pointing at him somewhat hysterically: “Yang Xue, are you trying so hard to cut ties with me because of this loser?”

“Watch your mouth!” Wang Qiang couldn’t tolerate the insult directed at him.

“Wow, where’s the dog barking from? So annoying! Yang Xue, you have no taste at all. With a guy like this, you’re with him? Can he buy branded bags for you? Can he take you to high-class places? What the hell can this bumpkin give you?” (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to support with recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep