Qian Jiang practiced martial arts. He was 1.88 meters tall, had a burly figure, and his slightly bulging muscles completely filled his suit.

With this punch, Song Jingren almost fell to the ground. Half of his face instantly went numb, his brain was buzzing, and his lips and gums were bleeding.

"Who the f*ck are you?!" Song Jingren was a man after all. He had been doing well all these years. Now that even his wife and daughters were present, he naturally felt embarrassed to be beaten up.

Qian Jiang was expressionless as he said with a deep voice, "You scared my family dog."

Song Jingren almost vomited blood. F*ck, am I inferior to a dog?

"Your dog bit someone, but you think that you're in the right?" Song Jingren hurriedly checked Jiang Fengya's bitten arm. Her sleeve was torn, and there was a ten-centimeter-long wound with beads of blood lining it. "Look at it yourself. Look at how badly that dog bit her."

"If you hadn't insisted on pulling Wanwan, would this dog have bitten her?" Qiao Aiyun was about to go over to argue when Qian Jiang stopped her.

"My family dog doesn't usually bite people. But why did he only bite you? Shouldn't you reflect on it?"

Song Jingren was so angry that his face paled. "You're the one to blame for not keeping a close watch on the dog as it pounced at us. You didn't leash the dog or make it wear a muzzle. You let the dog hurt someone. How can you still be so self-righteous and speak so self-justifiably?

"It's your dog who bit someone, and yet you still dare to hit me? I've never seen anyone as unreasonable as you!"

Fu Xinhan cowered at Song Fengwan's feet and lowered his head, feeling extremely wronged.

Song Jingren glared at him fiercely. His body shuddered, and his ears drooped as if he had been frightened.

Song Fengwan quickly crouched down to comfort him.

Fu Xinhan rubbed against her. I feel very wronged too.

He had been frightened and scared by Fu Chen on a daily basis and didn't dare to bite anyone at all. He just wanted to scare them. He didn't expect that loud woman to rush over and bring herself to his mouth. He felt wronged too.

Qian Jiang's face was still cold and expressionless even as he was being criticized.

"Your vicious dog hurt someone, yet you still don't feel ashamed? How the owner is really determines how the dog is." Song Jingren reached out and covered Jiang Fengya's wound. He was trembling in anger.

Qian Jiang glared at him coldly. "This is Third Master's dog. Are you saying that Third Master is unreasonable? I will make sure to tell him your thoughts."

When Song Jingren heard this rebuttal, his face turned green in anger.

"Mr. Song, you may not know this, but the place you parked your car just now belongs to the Fu family. The dog is at his own house, so whether he should be leashed or not has nothing to do with you.

"Even this dog knows how to mark his own territory and doesn't go to other people's houses and behave atrociously. Yet you are making such a big fuss at someone else's doorstep. Don't you think that's beneath you?"

Qian Jiang's words were too vicious.

He mocked them for being inferior to a dog.

"On account that you are Miss Song's father, I'm already treating you with enough respect by not getting someone to chase you out. This is considered as trespassing on private property. You screamed so loudly at someone else's doorstep, so even if you are bitten, you deserve it." Qian Jiang's expression was indifferent while he spoke as if this was only natural.

"You…" Song Jingren was so angry that he couldn't stop trembling. He was so furious that his heart felt uncomfortable and his brain was swelling. I actually can't even refute him.

"Someone gave this dog to Third Master. It's very precious, and not just anyone can touch it." Qian Jiang glanced at Jiang Fengya and added, "And it's a purebred."

Jiang Fengya's arm was already extremely painful, but when she heard Qian Jiang say 'purebred', her face turned even paler.

He was mocking her for being an illegitimate daughter with an impure bloodline and that she was inferior to this dog.

"If you're still not leaving, do you need me to call the police to send you out?" Qian Jiang's expression was cold. From beginning to end, he didn't show any emotion.

He was obviously a tough nut to crack and not someone to be trifled with.

"Hah! Very good!" Song Jingren didn't expect to meet such an obstacle the moment he arrived in the capital. This man was just Fu Chen's subordinate, yet he dared to humiliate him.

"Before Third Master left, he specially instructed us to take good care of his dog. I'm more direct with my words. I believe you won't hold it against a dog."

This left Song Jingren completely speechless. If I continue to argue, I'll be arguing against a dog. Wouldn't I just be degrading myself to be below human?

Song Jingren looked at Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan. He held his breath and pulled Jiang Fengya toward the car angrily.

Qian Jiang's expression was as cold as usual.

"Big Brother Qian Jiang, thank you." Song Fengwan smiled and thanked him.

Now that she thought about it, it made sense that he was able to become Fu Chen's right-hand man.

He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke louder than words.

"You're welcome." Qian Jiang nodded politely at Qiao Aiyun. "I'll get someone to guard the door. From now on, irrelevant people won't be able to disturb you two."

"Thank you." Qiao Aiyun rubbed her temples. Her head was hurting terribly.

She had already asked the lawyer to negotiate a divorce with Song Jingren, but he refused to cooperate and insisted on meeting her to talk it out.

The Song family was considered a prestigious family in Yuncheng. Qiao Aiyun just wanted to minimize the damage done to Song Fengwan by this incident, yet he just wouldn't leave her alone. He wanted to use Jiang Fengya to get close to the Fu family, but he also didn't want others to say that he had abandoned his wife and daughter to protect his illegitimate daughter.

He wanted everything, but how could that be possible?

***

After Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan returned to the house, they had dinner together, but they didn't have any appetite. After Qiao Aiyun left, Song Fengwan only drank a few sips of soup before returning to her room.

Fu Xinhan had more food than usual and got to eat a lot of meat this night.

He suddenly felt that his dog life was complete.

It was rare for Song Fengwan to return home at this hour. After taking a shower and changing into her pajamas, she lay on her bed and played with her phone while thinking about what had happened during the day. Qian Jiang must have already told Fu Chen about it, but I should still send a message to inform him.

At this time, Fu Chen was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his hotel room, holding an original book in a foreign language in his hand. It was snowing outside, and the pine trees were bending under the heavy snow. It was quiet and peaceful, but…

Fu Chen raised the corner of his eye and looked at the person across from him, who kept wiping his nose with a tissue. He had wrapped himself in a blanket and kept rubbing his red and swollen nose.

"Ah-choo—" He sneezed fiercely. Fu Chen turned his head away in disgust.

"It's just a cold. Do you have to be so disgusted? You make it seem like I have an infectious disease."

Suddenly, Fu Chen's phone on the table vibrated.

There were a few messages, and the messenger ID was 'Wanwan'.

"Oh~ It's Wanwan…" A certain someone laughed. "I still remember that she was wearing a black dress the first time I saw her. She had such a slim waist, and she looked so beautiful. At the time, I said, 'That girl looks good. She's really pretty and slender…'"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Chen's hand shook, and the book directly hit his face.

"F*ck, are you trying to murder me?"

"My hand slipped." Fu Chen took his phone and walked out.

A certain someone looked dumbfounded. The book flew straight at my face, and you're telling me your hand slipped?