"Even with Shen Yunzhang’s protection, what of it? He killed my grandson, insulted my dignity, I, Qi Zhenghua, will absolutely not let him go. If open confrontation doesn’t work, then I’ll strike from the shadows."
"Sun Ping, don’t worry. I’ll have someone break that guy’s limbs and bring him here, then I’ll properly torture him. I’ll make him understand what ’worse than death’ truly means, and finally, I’ll send him to join Yu’er."
Qi Zhenghua declared coldly.
"Dad, that’s great. When the time comes, I will certainly torture that bastard thoroughly, as a comfort to Yu’er’s spirit in heaven!"
A flash of excitement appeared on Sun Ping’s face.
Xiao Yifeng had brought Wang Miaomiao to the place where she lived.
"Brother Xiao, thank you!"
Wang Miaomiao looked at Xiao Yifeng, her gaze carrying a hint of unusual affection.
"Alright, no need to say so much. Go back and get some rest. Contact me if you need anything."
Xiao Yifeng said indifferently. Although he had not spent much time with Wang Miaomiao, he had already come to regard her as a close friend in his heart.
Wang Miaomiao’s gaze stayed on Xiao Yifeng, and she said, "Brother Xiao, you’ve helped me so many times, yet I cannot repay you. Today, I want to give you a gift!"
A look of confusion crossed Xiao Yifeng’s eyes, but the next second he was stunned.
Wang Miaomiao suddenly leaned forward, tilting her head up, and her rosy little lips kissed Xiao Yifeng’s, joining them together in a kiss.
Seconds later, before Xiao Yifeng had a chance to react, their lips parted.
"Brother Xiao, this is my first kiss, consider it a gift from me to you."
Wang Miaomiao whispered, her face flushed red, and she quickly ran into the house.
Xiao Yifeng touched his lips, murmuring, "First kiss, huh?"
A mysterious smile formed on his face as Xiao Yi turned and left the place.
As for Wang Miaomiao, she ran back to her room, leaning against the door as she caught her breath, her face red and her earlobes blushing.
A bashful look flickered in her eyes, yet her face was marked by a sweet smile.
However, thinking of something, Wang Miaomiao’s eyes showed a tinge of dim disappointment.
Suddenly her room door was knocked on. Wang Miaomiao turned and opened the door to find a gaudily dressed young man with blond hair, a toothpick in his mouth, standing there.
When he saw Wang Miaomiao, his eyes widened in shock, and the toothpick fell from his mouth.
"You... you’re really Wang Miaomiao?"
The young man said in astonishment as he looked at Wang Miaomiao.
However, Wang Miaomiao’s eyes flashed with disgust as she addressed him coldly, "What do you want? If it’s nothing, I’m closing the door."
After speaking, she promptly shut the door.
This young man was the son of her landlord, who had not been shy about bullying and humiliating her, which is why Wang Miaomiao found him repulsive.
"She’s actually become beautiful—this is really amazing!"
The landlord’s son spoke in amazement, the image of Wang Miaomiao’s exquisitely beautiful face coming to mind, causing an itchy feeling in his heart, and a lecherous light flickered in his eyes.
In Tianhai City, by the side of a street, stood a man dressed in an army green shirt with a buzz cut. It was the former Dragon Thorn ex-military man who had been invited by Xu Ruhai’s bodyguard Dongzi to strike at Xiao Yifeng.
At the moment, his face was filled with anxiety, his fists clenched tightly, and his eyes constantly scanning both sides of the street, as if waiting for someone.
Just then, the screeching sound of friction was heard, and a black luxury supercar, an Aston Martin, stopped in front of Yang Yun.
Seeing this car, Luo Yun’s expression brightened, and he swept his gaze across to the inside of the vehicle as Xiao Yifeng got out.
"You’re in such a hurry to find me, something must have happened, right?"
Xiao Yifeng looked at Luo Yun. He had received a call from Luo Yun earlier, urgently requesting to meet him, indicating that there must be something very important.
"The day I lost to you, you said if I worked for you, you would pay me money, right?"
Luo Yun’s manner was solemn, his eyes desperately seeking Xiao Yifeng.
"Do you need money now?" Xiao Yifeng’s eyes narrowed.
"Yes, and I need a lot of money. My father’s condition has worsened, and we urgently need a large sum for surgery."
"I see. Why would you come to me?"
Xiao Yifeng couldn’t help but ask.
"Given a choice between you and others, I’d rather work for you. Besides, I remember what you said to me that day," said Luo Yun, his gaze flickering.
"Where is your father now?"
"At Tianhai City People’s Hospital."
"Get in the car!" Xiao Yifeng commanded.
"Where to?" Luo Yun looked puzzled.
"Where else but the hospital!"
Xiao Yifeng declared, and Luo Yun, his face brightening, hurriedly got into the car.
At Tianhai City People’s Hospital, Xiao Yifeng, accompanied by Luo Yun, arrived outside the hospital and then followed him inside.
Inside a sickroom lay an elderly man with white hair, a wrinkled face covered in pallor, and a ventilator attached to his mouth—the sight on the hospital bed.
Nurses and doctors surrounded him, and the machines monitoring his organs emitted a series of beeping sounds as the lines on their screens continually fluctuated.
"This is my father’s room."
Luo Yun led Xiao Yifeng into the sickroom, and upon seeing the scene, Xiao Yifeng’s expression changed, and he rushed forward.
"What’s wrong? What’s happened to my father?"
"You’re finally back. Do you have any idea that your father had a sudden attack? His kidney function is failing rapidly, and complications have caused several other organs to fail to varying degrees. The situation is very dangerous."
A doctor in his thirties, wearing a white lab coat, spoke gravely to Luo Yun.
"Then send him to surgery quick! You have to save my father; he can’t die!" Luo Yun pleaded desperately, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Just then, a nurse in uniform scoffed coldly,
"You still owe tens of thousands in treatment fees from a few days ago. How can he have surgery? Do you expect us to perform the surgery for free? This is a hospital, not a charity!"
Luo Yun’s face darkened as he responded, "I’ll pay. Please arrange surgery for my father right away—please, I’m begging you!"
"It’s not that we don’t want to operate on your father, but you haven’t paid the full surgery fee yet. We cannot perform surgery!"
The doctor’s face was impassive as he spoke.
Luo Yun’s gaze involuntarily turned to Xiao Yifeng, filled with pleading.
"Mr. Xiao, if you’re willing to lend me the money for the surgery, from now on, I, Luo Yun, will be at your beck and call!"
Luo Yun said firmly, his fists clenched tightly, his heart filled with helplessness. To think that he, a member of Dragon Thorn, couldn’t even afford his father’s surgery fees—it was an irony.