Chapter 113: I’m a Country Kid

On his way here, Kong Zetao’s Bugatti Veyron had suffered a tire blowout, leaving him in a foul mood. Yet, the thought of seeing his fiancée—and perhaps rekindling their long-awaited reunion—quickly thawed his spirits, filling him with warmth and anticipation.

But at this very moment, he was met with a scene that ignited an unbearable mixture of humiliation and fury.

His fiancée stood before him in disheveled pajamas, her hair tousled, sweat glistening on her skin. Beside the bed lay a purple lace lingerie carelessly strewn about, and standing nearby was a scruffy young man dressed in tattered clothes.

Wasn’t this the poor, bumbling cyclist he had seen around? Although he found it hard to believe that this pauper had won the heart of a goddess like Liu Telin, the circumstances left no room for doubt.

What had transpired was the most humiliating blow a man could endure—being cuckolded.

Kong Zetao’s anger surged like a tempest, his fists clenching tightly, ready to explode.

“Kong Zetao, you’re asking for a beating, huh?” Liu Telin shouted fiercely, stepping in front of Chen Yufeng.

She knew Chen’s skills well—was Kong really inviting trouble by confronting him?

Seeing Liu Telin so fiercely defend the scruffy cyclist only fueled Kong Zetao’s rage further. He bellowed at her, “Telin, I never thought you’d be living with this pretty boy, much less defending him! I wondered why you refused to stay in the capital. Turns out you’ve taken a lover here in Ninghai. If I hadn’t come out to see you, who knows how long you’d have been cheating on me.”

Liu Telin’s temper flared instantly, glaring without restraint. “Kong Zetao, don’t spew nonsense. For starters, I’m not living with him. Even if I were, what business is it of yours? Secondly, I’m not your wife, so there’s no cheating involved.”

“What are you saying? Have you forgotten our engagement?” Kong Zetao’s fury deepened. Was he really to be outdone by this penniless cyclist?

“I’m here to tell you we’ll set a lucky date next month for our wedding. My grandfather and Uncle Liu have all agreed. Yet here you are, with a pretty boy on the side. Hmph. You’ve not only disappointed me, but your own family as well.”

“What they think is none of my concern. I won’t marry you,” Liu Telin said firmly, her tone resolute. Her happiness was hers to command.

“Hah, you don’t get to decide that,” Kong Zetao snapped, his anger boiling over. How could his fiancée be sleeping with some pretty boy? If he could tolerate that, then he wasn’t the heir of the Kong family from the capital.

“You pathetic pauper…” His rage reached its peak, eyes blazing as he ignored Liu Telin’s attempts to hold him back.

Shouting curses, Kong Zetao charged at his rival, relying on his height advantage to overpower him and vent his fury.

But the outcome was unexpected. Not only did he fail to bring Chen Yufeng down, but his thrown punches were firmly grasped by Chen.

With his limited combat prowess, Kong was no match for Chen, who seemed possessed by the spirit of a tyrant. Within moments, Chen had completely subdued him.

Yet Chen didn’t escalate the fight.

He wasn’t one to bully the weak, unless provoked to the brink of death.

Instead, Chen simply squeezed Kong Zetao’s wrist lightly to punish his rashness.

“Ah—” Kong winced, trying to endure for a few seconds before finally crying out in pain.

Chen then released his grip, adopting a masterful demeanor as he looked at Kong coldly.

“Go away. I don’t want to bully a kindergartener.”

“Kindergartener? You’re calling me that?” Kong felt deeply humiliated. How dare this pauper call the heir of the Kong family a child?

Strangely, Kong couldn’t understand how this seemingly slight, younger man could possess such formidable strength.

After their brief clash, Kong realized a stark truth.

I can’t beat this guy.

Realizing he was outmatched, Kong wisely ceased his attacks and glared coldly at Chen, issuing a warning.

“Kid, I admit you’ve got some skill. But this world isn’t ruled by fighting alone. It’s about having powerful backing and strength, you understand?”

“Mm, you sound pretty convincing. I like that,” Chen nodded approvingly.

Of course, with the divine artifact in hand, wiping you out would be as easy as slaughtering dogs.

Hmph, since you’re not stupid, this will be easier than I thought.

I’ll make you see the difference between us isn’t just in fighting skill, but true power.

Flashing his family’s name to intimidate, Kong put on a haughty air, looking down on Chen like an ant.

“Kid, do you even know who I am? Haven’t you heard of the Kong family in the capital? And you dare sleep with my woman? You must be courting death.”

“Kong family?” Chen shook his head, feigning ignorance.

“Sorry, brother, I grew up in the countryside. I’m just a country boy. I don’t know about these fancy city clans.”

“Heh, you really have no idea? Never heard of the Kong family in the capital?”

“Yeah,” Chen nodded firmly. “My dad told me raising pigs brings wealth, so I’m focused on becoming a pig farming expert. I don’t know much else. If you ask me when a sow’s in heat, I could tell you that, though.”

“Hmph, just a poor country cyclist after all,” Kong sneered, his disdain growing. He was baffled—had Liu Telin lost her mind?

Chen, of course, recognized the rich second-generation brat driving the Bugatti.

He had no fondness for rich kids who looked down on the poor, thinking money and power made them superior.

More importantly, it seemed the busty lady was in trouble—being forced into marriage by this Kong heir.

Given their complicated relationship, could Chen just stand by?

Meanwhile, Kong regarded Chen as nothing more than a bumpkin, and arrogantly stared down at him with a scornful smile.

“The Kong family’s breath alone could kill you a hundred times over. If you want to live, kneel, kowtow, apologize, and slap yourself a hundred times. That’s your only chance for survival.”

“Otherwise, I guarantee you won’t even have the chance to regret it.”

“Heh, you trying to act tough in front of me?” Chen, sensing Kong’s desperate posturing, decided to stop playing games and switched into his own confident mode.

In an instant, he swept Liu Telin into his arms possessively, his expression grave as he coldly faced Kong.

“I don’t care what damn power your Kong family holds. If you cross me, your fate is either death or becoming a beggar. My woman is not some trash for scumbags like you to touch.”

At that moment, Chen was truly possessed by the spirit of a tyrant, his aura overwhelming.

Liu Telin felt an unprecedented sense of safety and happiness, wanting nothing more than to stay wrapped in the arms of this godlike man.

Her heart was utterly conquered.

Looking into Chen’s eyes, Luo Fang’s gaze sparkled with admiration. She rested her chin in her hands, grinning like a devoted fan.

“Master Chen, you’re so domineering.”

[Brothers, we’re still in the PK phase today. The recommendation votes seem weak—if you still have any tickets, please cast them. It’s making me anxious and unsure. There’s another update coming soon. We’re maintaining three updates a day, and soon a mighty dynasty will rise...]