"If he dies, I'll take responsibility." The man's tone was solemn and cold, just like the cold wind of the early winter, piercing through people's bones.

Qian Jiang's attacks were swift and fierce, and every strike aimed at the most lethal spots.

"Stop immediately!" Jiang Fengya hurriedly ran over to protect Song Jingren.

Qian Jiang didn't hit women, so he stopped.

"Dad, how are you…" Jiang Fengya was so anxious that her tears kept falling. Song Jingren's face and head were covered in blood, his eyes were black, and the corners of his mouth were cracked. He didn't have any of his usual vigor at all.

Song Jingren had lived for a long time. Usually at home, he had people serving him. When had he ever suffered like this before? He looked at the few people not far away.

Yan Wangchuan had his head lowered to check the cuts on Song Fengwan's palms. They obviously knew each other before this.

"Qiao Aiyun, you actually brought someone to help you?! Just you wait! I won't let you off!" Song Jingren shouted and threatened hysterically.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him. His gaze was too invasive. It was as deep as a well and as sharp as a dagger, as though it could cut him apart inch by inch, making his entire body numb and his hair stand on end.

Qiao Aiyun happened to be on the other side of Song Fengwan. She lowered her head and asked where she was hurt. The three of them were fighting side by side, and they somehow seemed like a family.

"Let's go to the hospital to treat your wounds." Song Fengwan's palms had sand and stones embedded in them, and the mottled wounds covered her entire palms.

"Okay." Song Fengwan nodded.

"Let's go." Yan Wangchuan pointed at his car not far away and signaled for the two of them to follow him.

"Let me tell you, Qiao Aiyun, this isn't over. Hah! I just knew that you had a man outside. You were always restless at home, wanting to go to work all day. So you just wanted to go see your lover…" Song Jingren was furious, and his words were harsh and hurtful.

Even though she told herself not to be angry, Qiao Aiyun was still trembling with anger.

"… There's nothing you can say, right? You still want my assets? Let me tell you, there's no… Argh—" Song Jingren was half-kneeling on the ground. Before he could finish speaking, his shoulder was kicked.

His entire body fell backward, and Jiang Fengya was so weak that she couldn't support him at all. Instead, she retreated a few steps to protect herself.

"Continue talking." Yan Wangchuan's eyes were cold and bone-chilling.

"Who the f*ck are you!" Song Jingren had never seen this man before.

Yan Wangchuan didn't say anything. He raised his leg and continued kicking Song Jingren. Song Jingren shrieked in pain continuously.

He was a ruthless man of few words.

And he always directly took action.

If he hadn't said these things, Qiao Aiyun might have persuaded Yan Wangchuan. But at this moment, she was so hurt that her heart was like dead ashes. She looked at Song Jingren coldly and felt that her mouth was as bitter as if she had eaten Chinese goldthread.

When Yan Wangchuan had enough of beating him up, he took out a box of business cards from his pocket and threw one to Song Jingren. "My name is Yan Wangchuan. Come find me if you want anything."

Song Jingren was beaten up to the point that he couldn't even open his eyes. He panted heavily for breath, looking half-dead.

Qian Jiang had been sizing him up and was stunned when he heard Yan Wangchuan introduce himself. Nanjiang's Yan family?

This family made high-end jewelry and jades, so it had no connections with Fu Chen's business. Yan Wangchuan was someone that they had only heard of but had never seen before.

This person was in his forties and still unmarried. He kept a very low profile and was rumored to be not good with words, so he rarely went out to socialize.

Old Master Qiao had taken in five disciples, including his son. All of them had changed their names to the 'Wang' generation name1. Just from the name, it was apparent what kind of relationship he had with the Qiao family.

When Song Jingren heard the name, his pupils dilated, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at Jiang Fengya from the corner of his eye and suddenly reached out his hand to her.

Jiang Fengya was dumbfounded. But from Song Jingren's reaction, she knew that he wasn't someone to be trifled with. His gaze was so cold that it made her heart jump.

"… Wh-what?"

"On your neck," Yan Wangchuan said with a straight face. He looked extremely difficult to get along with.

Jiang Fengya trembled as she took off the necklace and handed it to him. Yan Wangchuan took the necklace and threw it to his secretary. "It's dirty. Wash it properly."

His secretary looked down at it. Isn't this the custom-made necklace made by our place from the draft that Young Master Qiao gave us a few years ago?

Yan Wangchuan turned around and looked at Qiao Aiyun. "Let's go and send Wanwan to the hospital."

After the group left, Secretary Zhang came out of the house and helped Song Jingren up with Jiang Fengya.

"Dad, they went too far!"

"Shut up!" Song Jingren was furious. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in this state. You can't even keep a man."

Jiang Fengya was completely dumbfounded. He wasn't like this before.

"President Song, should we call the police?" Secretary Zhang asked in a low voice.

"What police? Don't you think it's already embarrassing enough?" Dirty linen shouldn't be publicized.

"Then I'll call an ambulance for you."

Just as Secretary Zhang finished speaking, the sound of police sirens came from not far away, accompanied by red and blue revolving lights. It was obvious they were coming here.

"Why are the police here?!" Song Jingren was furious.

"I… I called the police just now," Jiang Fengya said timidly.

"I'll be f*cking killed by you sooner or later!" If Song Jingren wasn't beaten up so badly that he couldn't even lift his hands, he really wanted to give her a slap in the face. Does this unlucky thing think that I haven't been embarrassed enough?

***

Yuncheng Huaxi Hotel…

Fu Chen lowered his head to look at his phone and pursed his lips. He seemed especially cold, as if he had been coated with frost.

They were all messages from Qian Jiang.

[Song Jingren pushed Miss Song. She's injured.]

[Her hands are covered in blood. We took her to the hospital.]

[The police are here. Miss Song is crying.]

…

Fu Chen directly called. Qian Jiang briefly told him what had happened, and his gaze darkened.

"How's the situation over there?"

"Ms. Qiao and Mr. Yan are taking statements at the police station. Miss Song is treating her wound in the hospital, and the police are questioning her inside. When it's over, I'll send her back to the hotel."

"He hurt someone on purpose. He's not allowed to be bailed out. Let him go in for a few days first, and…" His voice deepened. "… Investigate Yan Wangchuan properly."

His appearance at this hour is clearly not a coincidence.

***

Yuncheng Yueran Hotel…

The hotel where Song Fengwan was staying was very close to the hospital. She had just returned to her room to rest, and her mind was in a mess. She was about to call Qiao Aiyun to ask about the situation at the police station when the doorbell rang…

"Who is it?" It was already past eleven at night.

No one answered, but the doorbell kept ringing.

She walked to the door and cautiously looked through the peephole…

It was Fu Chen.

Generation name(字輩) is one of the characters in a given name, and is so called because each member of a generation share that character.