Qiao Aiyun had called the bodyguards here to create a situation that would embolden herself. After leaving the Song family mansion, she had gotten them to go back. The only one who followed her, Qian Jiang, had gone to get the car.

When Song Jingren chased over, Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan were standing at the door.

The crowd had dispersed, and the fallen leaves and colorful flowers on the ground crisscrossed, indicating that there had been a grand event here.

"Aiyun, Wanwan—" Song Jingren jogged over. His clothes were messy, and there were still blood-red fingerprints on his face. He looked extremely disheveled as he grinned at them.

"What do you want now?" Qiao Aiyun looked at him.

He was smiling, hypocritically and disgustingly.

"I want to have a good talk with you." His tone is clearly much gentler.

"You can speak to my lawyer directly." Qiao Aiyun pulled Song Fengwan toward the parking lot.

"Aiyun—" Song Jingren had already lost all his face tonight, so he naturally didn't care about his face right now.

He chased after her because he wanted to find out if the Qiao family and the Fu family really had connections. Furthermore, he wanted to calm her down. Splitting the company now would be a fatal blow to him.

Seeing that she was about to leave, he felt anxious and directly grabbed her arm.

Unable to break free from his grip, Qiao Aiyun turned around. Her face instantly turned cold. "Song Jingren, if you continue to do this, I won't be polite anymore."

Her arm seemed to be bound by something disgusting and sticky, and her bones were already half-cold.

"I just want to have a chat with you alone." Song Jingren didn't let go but instead tightened his grip.

"What do you want? We've already made it very clear." Song Fengwan never thought that her father, who had just clamored to divorce her mother, would still be shameless enough to hold onto her.

"This is between us adults. You're a child, so don't meddle in this."

Song Fengwan was trying to pull them apart when Song Jingren reached out his other hand and pushed her away.

After this night, his mentality had already collapsed, so he didn't know how to control his strength.

Song Fengwan never expected that he would push her forcefully. She staggered and fell to the ground. She subconsciously supported herself with both hands, and the concrete ground instantly broke her palms.

"Song Jingren, you bastard!" Qiao Aiyun was anxious and kicked him.

With a scratch from her fingers, she left a trail of blood on his neck.

Song Jingren was also furious. He grabbed her tightly and started pulling her into the house.

There was a difference between men and women, so Qiao Aiyun couldn't break free. She gritted her teeth and struggled violently. Song Jingren didn't manage to hold onto her, so due to inertia, her body fell straight backward…

"Mom!" Song Fengwan hurriedly got up and ran over, but it was already too late.

Qiao Aiyun was anxious and afraid. It seemed as though she was destined to fall tonight. She wasn't young, so if she fell down hard, she might have to lie in the hospital for a few days.

But the pain she expected didn't happen.

She fell into someone's arms. It was a little hard. She didn't know what the back of her head hit, but it was so painful that her head was going numb. But compared to falling to the ground, this was nothing.

The man took a step back from the impact of her falling into his arms. His arms holding her tightened, his chest heaved up and down, and his breathing was rapid.

If she had fallen to the ground with this impact…

The man's expression became increasingly colder and austere. He was still holding her in his arms when Song Jingren walked over. He kicked him hard.

"Argh—" Song Jingren really didn't intend to push her. When he wanted to pull her, it was already too late.

He wanted to see her situation, but the man suddenly kicked him hard in the stomach.

The force was so strong that he was kicked to the ground. He was in so much pain that he broke out in cold sweat.

Qiao Aiyun was shaking in rage. She looked up at the person holding her, and her lips quivered. Why is it him?

To lose face in front of someone she knew, she felt even more aggrieved and embarrassed to see him.

The man helped her up. Then he walked toward Song Jingren, bent over, and attacked!

He grabbed Song Jingren's tie with such force that he dragged him up from the ground, and then he punched him in the face.

He loosened his fingers and clenched them tightly again. Before Song Jingren could resist, he punched him firmly again.

"Who the f*ck are you—" Song Jingren had no strength after being beaten up like this.

"Sir, please calm down." His secretary, who rushed over, was stupefied and hurriedly persuaded him to stop.

F*ck, it was just two punches. Why are his eyes and mouth so slanted after being beaten?

If he continues to beat Song Jingren, he'll have to go to the police station…

The man let go and was about to turn around when he saw Song Fengwan's bloody palms. He turned around and kicked Song Jingren again. Feeling unsatisfied, he stepped on his arm.

Song Jingren was in so much pain that he couldn't move. He lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

At this moment, Qian Jiang drove the car over. Seeing this situation, he seemed to guess something.

"Sir, someone is here. Please let go quickly." His secretary was dying from anxiety. There has to be a limit to hitting someone.

The man took two steps back. Song Jingren just took a deep breath when his body was pulled up by another force.

Qian Jiang was also a ruthless person, and he punched wherever the man had just hit. I just went to get the car, yet he dared to hurt Wanwan.

He was a martial arts practitioner, so all his punches were on-point, and even the crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

The servants and security guards of the Song family were all stunned. But no one dared to make a sound until Jiang Fengya rushed out.

"What are you all doing?! I'm going to call the police!"

"Continue beating. If he dies, I'll take responsibility," said the man, who hadn't spoken all this while.

His tone was deep and cold.

Only then did Song Fengwan have the time to size up the person who had appeared out of nowhere. She was stunned for a few seconds. The light was too dim, so she didn't dare to confirm his identity for a bit. Isn't this…

… Yan Wangchuan, Grandpa's disciple and Uncle's senior brother?