Chapter 34: My Name Is Zhu Qing'an, Remember That.

Lin Ruozhi glared at Zhang Fan with fierce, murderous intent. He would never forget the scene from last time, when he was besieged and cursed by thousands of citizens. Had it not been for Lin Changfeng’s timely arrival, this spoiled playboy would likely have died on the spot. Since that day, Lin Ruozhi’s desire to kill Zhang Fan had only grown.

Seeing that Zhang Fan remained silent, Lin Ruozhi let out a bizarre, mocking laugh. "Even if the gods themselves came down today, they couldn't save you!"

Zhang Fan, however, remained exceptionally calm. He glanced at Zhu Qing'an. "Are you certain that the bodyguards you gave me last time are all top-tier masters among elite soldiers?"

The corners of Zhu Qing'an’s mouth curled upward. "Of course. Don't worry, brother; dealing with a mere fifty bodyguards is nothing for them."

Lin Ruozhi desperately wanted to see panic on their faces—to see them kneel before him and beg for mercy. But there was none. Panic? They were still looking at him as if he were nothing more than a simpleton. This infuriated Lin Ruozhi, his rage surging uncontrollably.

"Damn you! All of you, go to hell! Attack!"

The fifty bodyguards moved. And the ten elite soldiers, who had been hidden in the shadows to protect Zhang Qingyun’s safety, moved as well! The battle between the two sides was about to erupt.

***

Elsewhere, upon receiving news that his son was attacking Zhang Fan, Lin Changfeng smashed his teacup against the table in frustration.

"This damned, unfilial son! Just a few days ago, he was exposed all over the internet, causing the company’s market value to evaporate by hundreds of billions. The Lin Group has been repeatedly summoned by the tax bureau; if not for the Zhu family’s intervention, I would have ended up in prison! And now? A dog never changes its spots—he’s out there in broad daylight, bringing people to attack Zhang Fan!"

"Look at the children of other wealthy families—they are busy studying, building their careers, and preparing to inherit the family business. And him? He is a piece of trash rotting to the core!"

His secretary watched him cautiously from the side. "Boss, should we go there? Shall I send people to stop this?"

Lin Changfeng stood up, frowning, and nodded slightly. "Yes, we must go. But the boy has always been arrogant. If he doesn't resolve the matter with Zhang Fan, I fear Zhang Fan will always be a thorn in his side. Let us take our time. Once he beats Zhang Fan to a pulp, it will serve as a good lesson—letting him know that employee wages cannot be raised at will! They must be paid according to the minimum wage standards!"

With that, Lin Changfeng immediately set off. His secretary drove him to find Lin Ruozhi. The car traveled at a leisurely pace for half an hour. When they arrived, the scene before them left Lin Changfeng utterly shocked.

The ten men by Zhang Fan’s side had actually managed to defeat the fifty bodyguards his son had brought without a single scratch! Lin Ruozhi himself had been beaten beyond recognition, and Zhang Fan was currently sitting on top of him!

As a father, no matter how much of a playboy his son was, he still loved him. This sight nearly killed Lin Changfeng with rage. He opened the car door and stepped out with a dark, thunderous expression.

"Zhang Fan!"

Hearing someone call his name, Zhang Fan looked up. Seeing the resemblance between the man and Lin Ruozhi, he chuckled.

"You must be the father of this animal, right? Lin Changfeng, I see you on television quite often."

Lin Changfeng gave a cold, mirthless laugh. In his heart, he had already killed Zhang Fan ten thousand times, but his face remained expressionless. "A while ago, I sent Ruozhi to acquire your company. You flatly refused and deliberately incited public outrage against my son. Once the video was exposed, my Lin Group faced investigation after investigation. Our market value evaporated by hundreds of billions!"

"I haven’t even sought trouble with you, Zhang Fan, yet you have the audacity to sit on my son!" Lin Changfeng’s eyes bulged with fury. "Do you really wish to die? Do you think I have no way to deal with you?"

Zhang Fan was amused by Lin Changfeng’s words. He stood up from Lin Ruozhi’s back and kicked the playboy in the stomach, sending him rolling across the ground several times before coming to a halt. Only then did he stare at Lin Changfeng’s purple-faced rage.

"Lin Changfeng, listening to you, it seems there is a massive misunderstanding between us. Today, your son came looking for a beating. If he didn't act like a fool, why would I bother hitting him? Isn't that right?"

Lin Changfeng sneered, staring daggers at Zhang Fan. "You are finished! I will exhaust every means to ensure you suffer a miserable death. Not just you—your family, your wife and daughter—I will find a way to kill them all! In Hai City, no one who has offended me, Lin Changfeng, has ever left alive."

Zhang Fan picked at his ear. "The last person who dared to talk to me like that is already cold in the ground. You have quite a lot of nerve."

Lin Changfeng was truly speechless with rage. A mere nobody like Zhang Fan, running a tiny business, dared to pay his employees high wages and try to set standards for established entrepreneurs like them, causing public opinion to turn against them. Now, he dared to spout such nonsense before him? He must have eaten a leopard’s heart and guts!

Lin Ruozhi, who had been crying for mercy just moments ago, saw his father backing him up and straightened his posture. He pointed at Zhang Fan and began to curse.

"You idiot! Zhang Fan, it was bad enough that you angered me, but now you dare to provoke my father! If you had just been honest and signed over your company as my father demanded from the start, we wouldn't have ended up like this. You're dead, you hear me? You're dead!"

Zhu Qing'an could no longer stand it. Knowing her brother’s personality, she knew he wouldn't care about their status. He didn't care if you were a powerful tycoon; if you dared to threaten him or those he held dear, he would drag you down with him. However, Zhu Qing'an was becoming truly enraged, especially at the filthy language the father and son used against Zhang Fan. Her face turned dark.

She stepped forward, narrowing her eyes. "Lin Changfeng, you have some nerve! It seems you have forgotten why you were able to become the chairman of the Lin Group in the first place."

"This dog doesn't know pain unless he is beaten every day!"

At this moment, the way Zhu Qing'an spoke and the aura she exuded were completely unlike the shy girl who had been standing before Zhang Fan just moments ago. She was incredibly imposing, leaving even Zhang Fan baffled. What kind of family did she come from?

When Lin Changfeng saw Zhu Qing'an’s face, his pupils constricted violently. His heart nearly stopped. *How is this possible?! The eldest daughter of the Zhu family?! What is going on? Isn't Zhang Fan just a lowly delivery driver? How could he know the eldest daughter of the Zhu family? No, this cannot be real!*

*Just a few days ago, I brought a mountain of expensive gifts to attend Elder Zhu’s banquet. I saw this young lady with my own eyes! I cannot be mistaken! How could she be here with Zhang Fan?*

For a moment, Lin Changfeng’s breath hitched, and he stared blankly at Zhu Qing'an. In China, one could offend anyone, but one must never offend their own patron! If not for the backing of the Zhu family, how could the Lin Group—and he, Lin Changfeng—have reached where they were today?

Lin Ruozhi, however, spurred on by Zhu Qing'an’s words, roared wildly, spittle flying from his mouth. "You bitch, you think because you're pretty you can talk whatever trash you want? Damn you, once my father finishes with Zhang Fan, I’m going to deal with you myself! You’re so arrogant now, screaming so loudly—I’ll make you scream even louder in bed! What’s your name, anyway? If you have the guts, say it! Let’s see if I don't ruin you!"

Zhu Qing'an’s cold smile and her next words made Lin Changfeng feel as if he were about to collapse to the ground.

"My name is Zhu Qing'an. Remember what you just said."

*Thud!*

Lin Changfeng actually fell to his knees, his legs turning to jelly, unable to stand. *She... she really is Zhu Qing'an! That eldest daughter of the Zhu family! This... this...*

Lin Changfeng’s lips trembled, and just as he was about to speak, Lin Ruozhi’s roar followed.

"I’ll remember it! Tonight, I’m going to make you call me 'daddy' ten thousand times in bed! You little bitch, you..."

Every curse he uttered felt like an iron fist slamming into Lin Changfeng’s heart.