“What, he, a rapist, can also treat illnesses?”
This was the unspoken thought of everyone present, unable to comprehend how Wan Yunting could cure illnesses!
What was most crucial was that he had cured the richest man’s mother!
Wan Dongming was stunned. Zheng Peihui and Wang Anrong were shocked; they knew nothing about this.
“In a few days, once the old lady has fully recovered, Director Kang will host a private banquet for Doctor Wan to express his gratitude.”
Hearing people still referring to Wan Yunting as a rapist, Lin Gaofeng couldn’t help but add a comment.
Indeed, everyone’s faces showed surprise. Very few people could get the richest man, Kang Hongwen, to host a private banquet.
At this, Wang Anrong and Zheng Peihui’s expressions became uncertain, their faces exchanging glances, their hearts filled with bitterness.
They had tried their best to latch onto Kang Hongwen’s influence.
And yet, Wan Yunting, the rapist they looked down upon the most, had achieved it with ease and was even being hosted privately by the richest man.
It was infuriating!
“Dad, Mom, you’ve misunderstood Yunting.”
At this moment, Wang Chulin ran down, shouting, “It wasn’t my third brother who bullied Mengyao just now, it was someone else!”
“What, not him?”
Zheng Peihui’s voice rose a few decibels, and she looked at Wang Mengyao, who followed them down. Wang Mengyao nodded, “It wasn’t him. The one who climbed into my bed was a stinky man reeking of alcohol.”
This left Wang Anrong and Zheng Peihui dumbfounded, and everyone else around was filled with astonishment.
Lin Gaofeng, standing nearby, after hearing Wan Dongming recount the events, said unhappily to Wang Anrong, “Manager Wang, how could you treat Doctor Wan like this?”
“This…”
Wang Anrong was flustered.
Lin Gaofeng glared at him coldly and said unceremoniously, “If it weren’t for Doctor Wan being your son-in-law’s third brother, Director Kang wouldn’t have asked me to attend your party on his behalf. And now, with your actions, you have truly disappointed me. I bid you farewell.”
“Secretary Lin…”
Seeing Lin Gaofeng turn to leave, Wang Anrong quickly rushed forward to try and retain him…
All the guests around exchanged glances.
So, Secretary Lin’s presence was due to Wan Yunting!
“Mom, you’ve gone too far.”
Wan Dongming, knowing the truth, was filled with anger. His mother-in-law had slandered his third brother without asking for details, making him extremely furious.
Wang Chulin beside him was also enraged, and she choked back a gasp, directly fainting.
“Chulin…”
“Quick, call an ambulance…”
At this point, the party could no longer continue…
By the Zhu River, on a lounge chair beneath a streetlamp, sat a young man in a suit, with his legs crossed, the top button of his collar undone, his left hand resting on the chair’s armrest, a cigarette held in his mouth as he puffed clouds of smoke, his deep eyes gazing at the boats coming and going on the river.
This was a familiar scene.
In the past, after school, he and Fang Yanxi would always come to the Zhu River to walk and sit on this chair, counting the boats that passed by…
Tonight, Wan Yunting hadn’t expected to see the woman he had thought of most for the past seven years at the Wang family’s party.
However, as the scene replayed and he remembered Fang Yanxi’s disappointed gaze, Wan Yunting exhaled a puff of smoke, a bitter smile forming on his lips.
In the time it took for one cigarette, Wan Yunting thought of many things.
Not only had he seen Fang Yanxi tonight, but he had also seen his enemy, Chen Tao!
That guy was still as arrogant and overbearing as ever.
“It’s time to deal with him!”
Wan Yunting tossed the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushed it with his shiny leather shoe…
Immediately, he sensed something and turned to see a woman standing under the streetlamp, wearing a one-shoulder half-skirt. Her tall figure cast a long shadow under the streetlamp.
“Yanxi…”
Wan Yunting’s heart surged with excitement, and he leaped up, looking at Fang Yanxi in surprise, “You, why are you here?”
Fang Yanxi’s pretty face was cool and serene, her eyes looking at him calmly. “Let’s walk.”
Evidently, after leaving the Wang family, she didn’t want to go home immediately, so she wandered around and ended up at this place.
Wan Yunting said, “Oh,” and then the two fell into silence.
The autumn evening breeze was cool, blowing Fang Yanxi’s skirt and her shadow as they danced, reflecting the complex emotions of the two at this moment…
“I’m leaving.”
After a full two minutes, Fang Yanxi said softly and turned to leave.
“Wait a moment.”
Wan Yunting quickly stepped forward, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over her fair, snowy shoulders. “It’s autumn, don’t catch a cold…”
Fang Yanxi paused, her heart trembling.
But she didn’t look back at Wan Yunting behind her, continuing to walk forward. Her shadow stretched longer and longer under the streetlamp until it disappeared…
“Sigh…”
Wan Yunting, having calmed down, sighed and lit another cigarette, watching Fang Yanxi’s receding shadow. He still didn’t know what to say to her.
After another cigarette, Wan Yunting finally left the Zhu River garden and went to the main road to hail a taxi. He discovered it was very late, and since this area was a bit out of the way, there were very few cars on the road.
Wan Yunting had no choice but to use his phone to call for a ride…
Suddenly, a strong headlight beam shone towards him. Wan Yunting frowned and raised his hand to shield his eyes.
The next second, a runaway Mercedes sedan was speeding towards him. Wan Yunting, reacting nimbly, quickly dodged back onto the curb.
*Bang!*
With a loud crash, the Mercedes sedan swerved off the curb and hit a streetlamp pole in the distance.
Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow, and then two Audi sedans flew past him, stopping abruptly by the roadside.
The car doors opened, and six young men emerged from the two Audis, carrying baseball bats. They all had tattoos on their arms, clearly looking like gangsters.
Especially the bald youth leading them, who was tall and wearing a black tank top. A tiger descending a mountain was tattooed on his back, and he was known as Fierce Tiger!
The Mercedes sedan that had crashed into the streetlamp pole had its door pushed open, and Kuang Long, the driver, crawled out from inside. Blood was flowing from his forehead down the scar on the corner of his left eye, making him look even more ferocious.
“Heh heh, Kuang Long, it’s not worth dying for a woman!”
Fierce Tiger, holding a baseball bat, looked at the disheveled Kuang Long and sneered, “We came out of the same cage. In consideration of our past ties in the underworld, I, Fierce Tiger, have taken it upon myself to let you live. Don’t stop me from killing that woman!”
Kuang Long supported himself against the car and got up, looking at Sister Ling Wei, who was sitting in the back of the Mercedes. Facing a life-or-death situation, her stunningly beautiful face remained calm and composed, showing no hint of panic.
Instead, her secretary was pale with fear, trembling.
“Tiger, we’re all in this business and we value loyalty.”
Kuang Long straightened his back, blocking the rear door of the Mercedes, and shouted defiantly at Fierce Tiger and his crew, “Sister has shown me kindness. If you want to kill her, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!”
“As expected of Kuang Long, I respect you as a man.”
Fierce Tiger pointed his baseball bat at Kuang Long, knowing that to kill the woman in the car, he had to deal with Kuang Long first.
The car door opened, and Ling Wei stepped out. Tonight, she was wearing a black hollowed-out shirt and a red leather pencil skirt, revealing a stretch of her fair, snowy legs, making her incredibly alluring.
However, at this moment, Ling Wei’s seductive eyes were sharp and sinister. She exuded a queenly, domineering aura, pushing aside Kuang Long who stood in her way, and sneered at Fierce Tiger, “He’s truly heartless, wanting to kill even me, his own daughter!”